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Felicite was waiting for her at the door. "Well?" "No!" said Emma. And for a quarter of an hour the two of them went over the various persons in Yonville who might perhaps be inclined to help her. But each time that Felicite named someone Emma replied "Impossible! they will not!" "And the master'll soon be in." "I know that well enough. Leave me alone."
"Because I thought my father would like him." "Nay, sir; master'll choose Thunder, as sure as can be, and Hush! Here he is." "Well, my boy, have you made your selection?" said Sir Godfrey, as he entered the stables, where eight horses raised their heads to look round and utter a low whinny.
Night had shut down over the land when at length the lights of Klassan came into view. "We'll soon be thar, b'ys," encouraged the old man, "an' I reckon yer master'll be mighty glad to see us. Mebbe he'll have some supper ready, though it is late, an' we won't be sorry, hey, Yukon?" and he gave the faithful brute an affectionate pat on the head.
Cleek thought for a moment, then plunged bravely in. "Come up from the passage, sir," he responded curtly. "Loadin' up ternight, and some fool locked t'other end before me and my mate 'ere 'ad finished our work. 'Ad to come along this w'y, or else spend the rest of the night dahn there, and we're due for loadin' the stuff at the docks at midnight. Master'll be devilish mad if 'e finds us missin'."
The woman's opinion was, that if they did do such a thing to frighten him, they ought to be whipped; but she was inclined to view it as a delusion of Charley's imagination, a relic left by the fever. "Your folks'll be fine and pleased to see you again, dear," she would say to him. "My master'll moor the barge to the side when we gets to the place, and I'll take ye home to 'um."
Now we can telephone to the Eastboro depot, where there's a telegraph, and the depot master'll send a dispatch to your people, lettin' 'em know you're all safe and sound. If you'll just give me the address and what you want to say, I'll 'tend to it myself. The depot master's a good friend of mine, and he'll risk sending the dispatch 'collect' if I tell him to."
"'Twill be more 'n three months before the year's out, and master'll pay for all the time sure, and we can go home to Bishop and bide a little without work, and see if that father of yours has forgiven 'ee for going away to Warminster." So they comforted themselves, and were beginning to think with pleasure of home when Mr.
"Are things right in the mill?" she said, testing her. A shadow came on her face; her eyes wandered uncertainly, as if her weak brain were confused, only for a moment. "They'll come right!" she said, bravely. "The Master'll see to it!"
"Nothing to do with you," said Avice rudely. "I'm looking after her." But Cecilia's sharp ears had caught the new voice. "Eliza! Eliza!" she called. The girl came up the stairs uncertainly. Avice rose to confront her. "Now, you just keep off," she said. "You're not coming past here. The master'll be home directly, and till he comes, no one's going up these stairs."
I can pare a piece of turf up where it'll never be missed, and if master'll take one spade, and I another, why we'll lay him softly down, and cover him up, and no one'll be the wiser." There was no reply from either for a minute or so. Then Mr. Wilkins said: "If my father could have known of my living to this! Why, they will try me as a criminal; and you, Ellinor? Dixon, you are right.
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