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Why, Lubin himself was a sort of Daphnis in a humble way. But Sandy! No, Austin was not equal to putting up with Sandy. There was, however, one gentleman in the neighbourhood whom Master Austin was gracious enough to approve. This was a certain Mr Roger St Aubyn, a man of taste and culture, who possessed a very rare collection of fine pictures and old engravings which nobody had ever seen.
"Well, I don't rightly know as I ever considered the point," said Lubin, passing his fingers through his drenched curls. "Perhaps I'd as lief be a squirrel as anything. I'm awfully fond o' nuts, and when I was a kid I used to spend half my time a-climbing trees. A squirrel must have rather a jolly life of it, when one comes to think."
But lor', some folks'll say anything. I never knew anybody as ever saw anything there. It's only some old woman's yarn, I reckon." "Oh, is it haunted? Are there any ghosts?" cried Austin, in great excitement. "I'd give anything in this world to see a ghost!" "I don't know as I'd care to sleep in a haunted house myself," said Lubin, beginning to sweep the lawn.
Mr St Aubyn asked me to come again, and I intend to go into that room again to see if I feel anything more. It was the very queerest thing! I never felt so strange in my life. The place seemed actually full of them. I could feel them all round me, though I couldn't see a thing. And the strangest part of it is that I've never felt quite the same since." "How d'ye mean?" asked Lubin, looking up.
Oh the freedom of air, and colour, and body how I do hate clothes! I say, how funny my stump looks, doesn't it? Just like a great white rolling-pin. You must go in first, Lubin, and then you'll be prepared to catch me when I begin drowning." Lubin, standing nude and shapely, like a fair Greek statue, for a moment on the bank, took a silent header and disappeared. Then Austin prepared to follow.
After a hurried toilet, he bumped his way downstairs; intercepted the dairyman, from whom he extorted a great draught of milk, and then went into the garden. How sweet it was, that breath of morning air! Lubin had just finished mowing the lawn, and the perfume of the cool grass, damp with the night's dew, seemed to pervade the world.
It is now absolutely certain that the political and social problems raised by our civilization cannot be solved by mere human mushrooms who decay and die when they are just beginning to have a glimmer of the wisdom and knowledge needed for their own government. LUBIN. Quite an interesting idea, Doctor. Extravagant. Fantastic. But quite interesting.
I'm part of the Mexican revolution, though I don't reckon I look it. We been keeping things pretty well stirred up, down this way. You looking for picture dope? Lubin folks are copping all kinds of good stuff here. You ain't with them, are you?" Jean braced herself against slipping into easy conversation with this man who seemed so friendly and unsuspicious and so conscience-free.
"It's awfully pretty. Who was Tom Dove, and why did he come to town?" "Nay, I can't tell," replied Lubin. "Tis some made-up tale, I doubt. They do say as how he was a tailor. But there is folks as'll say anything, you know." "A tailor!" exclaimed Austin, scornfully, "That I'm sure he wasn't. But oh, Lubin, there is somebody coming to town in a day or two somebody I want to find out about.
Anthony bade him never more meddle with man, and de bear observed de command to his dying day. "Lub. Wonderful! "Pev. Dis generation be all de same all born widout toots. "Colin. What, can't he bite? "Pev. Oh dat be only his gum. "Col. For shame, Mopsa now, I say Maister Lubin, mustn't she give me a kiss to make it well? "Lub. Ay, kiss her, kiss her, Colin. "Col. Come, Miss.
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