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"What did tha say he'd run away fur?" Tummas said to his parent later. "He's not one o' th' runnin' away soart." "He has probably been called away by business," remarked Captain Palliser, as he rose to go after a few minutes' casual talk with Mrs. Hibblethwaite. "It was a mistake not to leave an address behind him. Your mother is mistaken in saying that he took the mad gentleman with him.
"He were as ready to talk about th' poor gentleman as met with th' accident as tha wert thysel', Tummas," Mrs. Hibblethwaite proceeded, moved by the opportunity offered for presenting her views on the exciting topic. "He'd ax thee aw sorts o' questions about what tha'd found out wi' pumpin' foak. He'd ax me questions now an' agen about what he was loike to look at, an' how tall he wur.
"I dare say," Captain Palliser admitted indifferently, and made no further inquiry or remark. He sauntered into the Hibblethwaite cottage, however, late the next afternoon. Tummas was in a bad temper, for reasons quite sufficient for himself, and he regarded him sourly. "What has tha coom for?" he demanded. "I did na ask thee." "Don't be cheeky!" said Captain Palliser.
He had met with slanging and bullying, indifference and brutality of manner, but he had not met with condescension. "I hope you're well, Mrs. Hibblethwaite," he answered. "You look it." "I deceive ma looks a good bit, sir," she answered. "Mony a day ma legs is nigh as bad as Susan's." "Tha 'rt jealous o' Susan's legs," barked out a sharp voice from a corner by the fire.
He went down to the neighborhood of Temple Barholm and quietly looked up data which might prove illuminating when regarded from one point or another. It was on the first of these occasions that he saw and warned Burrill. It was from Burrill he heard of Tummas Hibblethwaite. "There's an impident little vagabond in the village, sir," he said, "that Mr.
Tummas, what art tha talkin' about?" exclaimed Mrs. Hibblethwaite, who was mending at the other end of the room. "I heerd him say mysel, `Suppose th' story hadn't been true an' he was alive somewhere now, it'd make a big change, would na' it? An' he laughed." "I never heerd him," said Tummas, in stout denial. "Tha's losin' tha moind," commented his mother.
Miss Alicia, seeing that Tembarom was interested in the boy, entered into domestic conversation with Mrs. Hibblethwaite at the other side of the room. Mrs. Hibblethwaite was soon explaining the uncertainty of Susan's temper on wash-days, when it was necessary to depend on her legs. "Can't you walk at all?" Tembarom asked. Tummas shook his head. "How long have you been lame?"
Th' fellows as throws their slurs on me would na understond 'em if I were loike to gab, which I never were. But happen th' toime 'll come when Surly Tim 'll tell his own tale, though I often think its loike it wunnot come till th' Day o' Judgment." "I hope it will come before then," I said, cheerfully. "I hope the time is not far away when we shall all understand you, Hibblethwaite.
In my anxiety to conceal that I had noticed anything unusual, I am afraid I spoke to him quite hurriedly. I was a young man then, and by no means as self-possessed as I ought to have been. "I hope you won't misunderstand me, Hibblethwaite,"
He had never been ill or heart-sick, and he laughed when he talked of it, as though the remembrance was not a recalling of disaster. "Clemmin' or no clemmin'. I wish I'd lived the loife tha's lived," Tummas Hibblethwaite had said. Her amazement would indeed have been great if she had been told that she secretly shared his feeling.
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