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Updated: May 14, 2025
He spread his great-knuckled hands above them, a patriarch, a prophet, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God. "God bless you, sir and you, Master Kit and you, Boy Hoad." He drew his hand across his mouth. "So be. Amen," he added solemnly. "Amen," said they all. The Parson rose. He gripped the old man's hand. Blob he patted on the back.
Piper was stooping forward, one great hand curved at his ear, listening intently. "Piper!" "Sir." "All well below there?" "Well, sir, I'm not justly sure. A minute back I seemed to feel like a gush o wind " "Then hail the boy, man!" "Boy Hoad! below there!" in stentorian tones. The only answer was a rush of air through the open trap, and the muffled slam of a door, house-shaking.
One man fell; others slunk away, snarling. The whole thing was over. Buzzing August prevailed again. "Are you hurt?" sobbed Kit. "No, sir, I'm bravely, thank you. Properly shook up, though." The old man was heaving like the sea. "They'd no knives nor nothin, only one on em, and Boy Hoad stuck him as he passed. They hurt emselves more'n me. I bluv I'm a better man above the waist nor ever I were.
Colonel Hoad, who commands the Australians at Enslin, has offered the seven hundred and sixteen men, who up to date have acted as infantry, to the authorities as mounted infantry, and the offer has been accepted, much to the delight of the men, all of whom are very eager to get into the saddle, as they imagine that when their mounts arrive they will get a chance to go into action.
I can't put down all she said, but it was one continual praise of "Gussie" and his wealth and the jewels he had given her, and how disappointed he would be not to see me. Miss Hoad poured out the tea and giggled twice. I think she must be what Hephzibah calls "wanting." At last I got away. Roy barked with pleasure as we started homeward. We had not gone a hundred yards before we met Mr.
Gurrage, Augustus yes, I must get accustomed to saying that odious name Augustus and Miss Hoad drove up in the barouche, and got solemnly out and came up to the door which Hephzibah held open for them. They solemnly entered the sitting-room where we all were, and solemnly shook hands. There is something dreadfully ill-behaved about me to-day.
T' womenfolk have been patient and Bell canna rob us much if we buy from him noo. Aw t' same, we can beat him doon some shillings if we hoad on." "Then hoad on and break the grasping skinflint!" said one of the younger men. "I doot if we can break him and wadn't say it's wise to try. If he'll come down anither shilling, I think we might tak' his coal.
"Artists cannot tell a fib," Alma said, "or even act one," and she laughed in Beaton's upturned face. He did not unbend his dreamy gaze. "You're quite right. The suggestions are stupid." Alma turned to Miss Woodburn: "You hear? Even when we speak of our own work." "Ah nevah hoad anything lahke it!" "And the design itself?" Beaton persisted.
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