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Lance's first impulse was, however, not to thank, but to exclaim, 'Then Poulter has not got it?
'We are quite convinced that you have deserved it, repeated the Dean, again shaking hands with him, and then taking leave; but the Bishop remained, talking kindly to Clement about Cambridge, and inquiring for Felix; while Wilmet helped Lance's feeble fingers to turn the thick creamy pages on which he durst not fix his eyes.
There had not been more than time to point out the details to Lance before a waggonet drove up from one of the roads that branched among pleasant 'villa residences; and in it appeared a white-haired but hearty-looking gentleman, prepossessing and merry, very unlike Lance's notion of attorneys, who shook hands with them warmly, and took care to put the boy under the shade of the driving- seat.
Lance's big, well-kept hand went up to smooth her hair with a comforting, caressing movement infinitely sweet to Belle. "I know," he said quietly. "And it isn't anything, of course. But the old boys have gone, and these new ones Lance, what is the matter with the Devil's Tooth ranch? Tell me, for heaven's sake, if I'm getting to be an old woman with notions!"
Take him away, he added, trying to prevent them from joining him, and at the same time a voice shouted, 'Let him alone, young gents, he aint your sort; and a hissing and hooting broke out all round, 'A parson as ought to have his gown pulled over his head! 'What's gone of the coals? 'How about the blankets? Bernard got a tight grip, out of sight, of Lance's coat; Mr.
The door was shut by Wilmet, while Bernard stood quailing under the stern face, strong hand, and tone of displeasure in which Felix demanded, 'What is the meaning of this? 'That Bernard refuses to wear Lance's outgrown clothes, said Wilmet. 'Do you mean that this is the cause of this disgraceful outbreak? 'I don't see why growled Bernard, 'why I should wear everybody's beastly old things.
Of course she doesn't, said Lance. 'I was hungry to see you, Bob. 'It was very kind in Mrs. Harewood, said Wilmet. 'I must go and thank her. Only, first, how is Cherry? 'Much better. She has been out for a drive with Mr. Froggatt. It will be all right now you are coming home, Mettie! Oh! and Dr. Lee is delighted to hear of Lance's going to Ewmouth to make Felix stay longer there.
He had expected an easy careless helper; he had found what he could not comprehend, whether boy or man, but at any rate a thing with that intolerable possession, a conscience, and a strong purpose of keeping him out of mischief. To detect which purpose was to be resolved on thwarting it. Nor, it must be allowed, was Lance's management perfect.
Now Lance's reading was at that peculiar school-boy stage which seems calculated to combine the utmost possible noise with the least possible distinctness; and though he had good gifts of ear and voice, and his reciting and singing were both above the average, the moment a book was before him, he roared his sentences between his teeth in horrible monotony.
At thirty-eight Lance's voice was, if possible, more perfect in sweetness, purity, and expression than it had been at twenty, and never had the poem, connected with all the crises of their joint lives, come more home to their hearts, filling them with aspiration as well as memory.
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