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"It is a fact that Fred Massingbird's ghost is walking," he continued. "Lots have seen it. I have seen it. You'd have heard of it, as everybody else has, if you had not been Mrs. Verner's sister. It's an unpleasantly queer thing for her, you know, Miss Deb." "What utter absurdity!" cried Deborah. "Wait till you see it, before you say it's absurdity," replied Master Cheese.
He might have believed it of Deerham in general, but not of Matthew Frost. "Matthew, you must have been deceived," was his quiet answer. "No, sir. There never was another face like Mr. Frederick Massingbird's. Other features may have been made like his it's not for me to say they have not but whose else would have the black mark upon it?
"That's the point that I stuck at," was Roy's answer. "When my wife came home with the tales, day after day, that Fred Massingbird's spirit was walking that this person had seen it, and that person had seen it 'Yah! Rubbish! I says to her. 'If his ghost had been a-coming, it 'ud have come afore now. And so it would." "Of course," answered Tynn. "If it had been coming.
"I went out of the room for a minute or two, and when I returned, Rachel was talking angrily at John. I could not make out distinctly about what. John had begun to tease her about Luke Roy, I believe, and she did not like it." Mr. John Massingbird's conscience called up the little episode of the coveted kiss. But it might not be altogether prudent to confess it in full conclave.
It was Roy himself who at length hit upon the plan that brought forth the certainty about the codicil. Roy found rumours were gaining ground abroad that it was not Frederick Massingbird's ghost, but Frederick himself; and he knew that the explanation must soon come.
West was his mother's brother; or Jan, that he was his late master, his present partner that he was connected with him in the eyes of Deerham. Before they had spoken much longer, they were joined by Lionel. "I shall give you no trouble, old fellow," was John Massingbird's salutation. "You gave me none." "Thank you," answered Lionel.
His pantaloons were hitched up by a belt; braces, John said, were not fashionable at the diggings, and he had learned the comfort of doing without them; a loose sort of round drab coat without tails; no waistcoat; a round brown hat, much bent, and a pair of slippers. Such was John Massingbird's favourite costume, and he might be seen in it at all hours of the day.
They contained the tidings that Frederick Massingbird had died of fever, and that Sibylla was anxious to come home again. "Who is Captain Cannonby?" asked Lionel of Jan. "Have you forgotten the name?" returned Jan. "That friend of Fred Massingbird's who sold out, and was knocking about London; Fred went up once or twice to see him.
At the first moment I thought it might be you coming back, to say something to me, sir, and I looked up. It turned its face upon me, and I never remember nothing after that." "Whose face?" questioned Jan. "The ghost's, sir. Mr. Fred Massingbird's." "Bah!" said Jan. "Faces look alike in the moonlight." "Twas his face," answered the girl, from between her shaking lips.
"I am going to Verner's Pride," he said, taking Lionel's arm as soon as they were in the street. "There's news come from Australia. John Massingbird's dead." The announcement was made so abruptly, with so little circumlocution or preparation, that Lionel Verner failed at the first moment to take in the full meaning of the words. "John Massingbird dead?" he mechanically asked. "He is dead.
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