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The Squire paused and Mr. Quest said nothing. "Well," he went on, "that being so, the next thing to do is to obtain the necessary cash to pay Janter his valuation and stock the place about four thousand would do it, or perhaps," he added, with an access of generous confidence, "we had better say five.
I believe Janter threw up the farm because of his quarrelling with George. Well, I suppose we must take our chance." Meanwhile George had mounted his cart and departed upon the road to Boisingham, urging his fat pony along as though he meant to be there in twenty minutes.
"Well, it's a good job anyway, and I thank God Almighty for it," said he, "and more especial since there'll be the money to take over the Moat Farm and give that varmint Janter the boot." "Give him /what?/" "Why, kick him out, sir, for good and all, begging your pardon, sir." "Oh, I see. I do wish that you would respect the Queen's English a little more, George, and the name of the Creator too.
Janter has thrown up the farm after all, and George says that there is not another tenant to be had for love or money. He tried one man, who said that he would not have it at five shillings an acre, as prices are." "That is bad enough in all conscience," said Ida, pushing at the fireirons with her foot. "What is to be done?" "What is to be done?" answered her father irritably.
You see this man Janter thanks to that confounded fellow, Major Boston, and his action about those College Lands has thrown up the Moat Farm, and George tells me that there is not another tenant to be had for love or money. In fact, you know what it is, one can't get tenants now-a-days, they simply are not to be had.
Quest at Boisingham, and wait for an answer. And look here, mind you are about the place at eleven o'clock, for I expect Mr. Quest to see me about the Moat Farm." "Yis, Squire." "I suppose that you have heard nothing more from Janter, have you?" "No, Squire, nawthing. He means to git the place at his own price or chuck it." "And what is his price?" "Five shillings an acre.
Umph, wants me to come and see him at eleven o'clock. I am very sorry, but I can't manage that anyway. Ah, I see, about the Moat Farm. Janter told me that he was going to throw it up, and I advised him to do nothing of the sort, but he is a dissatisfied sort of a fellow, Janter is, and Major Boston has upset the whole country side by his very ill-advised action about the College lands."
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