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At that moment, as if it were aware of the climax at which the party had arrived, the baby, without a single note of warning, set up a hideous howl, in the midst of which the bell rang, and Maryann rose to answer it. "Master Will wants to speak to you, Mr Hale, and to Mr Bunco, too," she said on returning. "Come along, Mister Bunco," said Larry, "that'll be the order to trip our anchors."
"Never heard the man's name in my life, or seed his form afore." The fire began to get worsted, and Gabriel's elevated position being no longer required of him, he made as if to descend. "Maryann," said the girl on horseback, "go to him as he comes down, and say that the farmer wishes to thank him for the great service he has done."
Beyond all doubt the horse was gone. "Hark!" said Gabriel. They listened. Distinct upon the stagnant air came the sounds of a trotting horse passing up Longpuddle Lane just beyond the gipsies' encampment in Weather- bury Bottom. "That's our Dainty-i'll swear to her step." said Jan. "Mighty me! Won't mis'ess storm and call us stupids wen she comes back!" moaned Maryann.
"An' a 'appy deliverance from these 'orrible countries," added Maryann. "I agree with you, Maryhann," said Jemima, draining her cup to the dregs in honour of the toast. But how did Larry and his friends spend that last night of the year in the far-off golden land?
"Well, now, that accounts for the way in which his mother received the news," said Maryann. "It is a strange story," remarked Jemima. "Uncommon," observed Richards. Bunco said nothing, but he grinned from ear to ear.
Here Richards had the temerity to observe that he wasn't quite sure that such things were never done; "for," said he, "I 'eard Mr Osten himself say as 'ow he'd seen 'em do it, an' surely he wouldn't go for to tell a lie." At which remark Jemima advised him to hold his tongue, and Maryann replied, with an expression of scorn, that she wondered to 'ear 'im.
The tone in which this proposal was made, and the fact that it was the last night of the year, induced Maryann to respond, with gracious condescension: "Well, Richards, I'm agreeable." "Here, then," said Richards, raising his cup on high, "I give you the 'ealth of Mr Larry O'Ale, Mr Bunco, an' all absent friends wishin' 'em luck, an' lots o' gold."
'He left me when Maryann was a baby, went mining to America, and after about six months never wrote a line nor sent me a penny bit. I can't say whether he's alive or dead, the villain. All I've heard of him's to the bad and I've heard nothing for years an' all, now. She sobbed violently. The golden-skinned, handsome man near the fire watched her as she wept.
That matters should continue pleasant Maryann spoke, who, what with her brown complexion, and the working wrapper of rusty linsey, had at present the mellow hue of an old sketch in oils notably some of Nicholas Poussin's: "Do anybody know of a crooked man, or a lame, or any second-hand fellow at all that would do for poor me?" said Maryann. "A perfect one I don't expect to get at my time of life.
"I'm sure," continued Maryann, "it's past my comprehension; for instead of being dreadfully shocked, as I had expected, Mrs Osten threw her arms round Master Will's neck and blessed him and the cannibal, too, and said she hoped to be spared to see 'em united, though she wouldn't like them to remain on the coal island in the Paphysic.
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