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Whereat, of course, Mr Horncastle was in a mighty state of wrath, and quite ready for poor Jack and me when we appeared. "Oh, here you are. Perhaps you'll hand me out half a sov., you two." "What for?" demanded I. "Never you mind, but you'd better look sharp, or I'll give you in charge!" said Horncastle, pompously.
But there was always a warm welcome to friends, however roughly given; and after the words of this were spoken, the next rose up equally naturally in the mind of Mrs Corney. 'And what will ye tak'? Eh! but t' measter 'll be fine and vexed at your comin' when he's away. He's off to Horncastle t' sell some colts, and he'll not be back till to-morrow's neet.
"What's your collar-stud to do with me, or Batchelor?" demanded Smith, who evidently saw nothing to laugh at. "Why, you've stolen it!" shouted Horncastle. Smith gazed solemnly at the speaker. "You're a fool," he said, quietly. This cool remark drove the irate Horncastle nearly frantic.
"I should judge so," said Mrs. Horncastle, following the gesture; "but," she added quietly, "they put ME into it. It appears, however, they did not expect you." Mrs. Barker saw her mistake. "No, no," she said apologetically, "of course not."
I need not advise you not to be taken in, as I should say, by your look, that you are tolerably awake; but there are queer hands at Horncastle at this time, and those fellows of mine, you understand me ; but I have a great deal to do at present, so you must excuse me." And thereupon went into the house.
I can just remember her when I was a little child, but she died before her daughter was well grown up; and Miss Rose took t' lassie, as had always been like her own. 'Miss Rose? 'Hester Rose! have yo' niver heared of Hester Rose, she as founded t' alms-houses for poor disabled sailors and soldiers on t' Horncastle road?
Take him, then, and don't be ashamed to carry him yourself just because I'm here; you know you would delight to do it if I weren't." Barker bent over the silken lap in which the child was comfortably nestling, and in that attitude had a faint consciousness that Mrs. Horncastle was mischievously breathing into his curls a silent laugh.
A pretty figure I should cut at Horncastle, mounted on a horse blood-raw at the knees." "Oh, you are going to Horncastle," said the old man, seriously, "then I can sympathize with you in your anxiety about your horse, being a Lincolnshire man, and the son of one who bred horses.
"You've got another kid coming next week, my beauty, so you'd better not talk of crowding out till then." "What! another besides this young cad? Oh, that's too much! We won't stand it. That's all about that," cried Mr Horncastle, in tones of utter disgust. "Won't you? Then you can cook your own sausages for supper, my man, and shell out what you owe on the nail.
"You see," she said softly, disengaging the baby fingers from her necklace, "that OUR sex is not the only one tempted by jewelry and glitter." Barker hesitated; the Madonna-like devotion of a moment ago was gone; it was only the woman of the world who laughingly looked up at him. Nevertheless he was touched. "Have you ever had a child, Mrs. Horncastle?" he asked gently and hesitatingly.
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