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It wasn't that, at Matcham, anything particular, anything monstrous, anything that had to be noticed permitted itself, as they said, to "happen"; there were only odd moments when the breath of the day, as it has been called, struck him so full in the face that he broke out with all the hilarity of "What indeed would THEY have made of it?"
How if I turned me up stream and landed you an arrow-flight above the path? Ye were best not meddle with John Fenne." "How, then? is he of this company?" asked Dick. "Nay, mum is the word," said Hugh. "But I would go up water, Dick. How if Master Matcham came by an arrow?" and he laughed again. "Be it so, Hugh," answered Dick. "Look ye, then," pursued Hugh.
Of that inevitability, of such other ranges of response as were open to Charlotte, Maggie took the measure in approaching her, on the morrow of her return from Matcham, with the same show of desire to hear all her story.
Ye were better turn round on your two heels and try the bridge." "Nay; time's in the saddle," answered Dick. "Time will ride, Hugh Ferryman. I am hot in haste." "A wilful man!" returned the ferryman, rising. "An ye win safe to the Moat House, y' have done lucky; but I say no more." And then catching sight of Matcham, "Who be this?" he asked, as he paused, blinking, on the threshold of his cabin.
One after another gained the top, showed for a moment against the sky, and then dipped upon the further side, until the last was gone. Dick looked at Matcham with a kindlier eye. "So y' are to be true to me, Jack?" he asked. "I thought ye were of the other party." Matcham began to sob. "What cheer!" cried Dick. "Now the saints behold us! would ye snivel for a word?" "Ye hurt me," sobbed Matcham.
It must be added, however, that she would have been at a loss to determine and certainly at first to which order, that of self-control or that of large expression, the step she had taken the afternoon of her husband's return from Matcham with his companion properly belonged.
"It is some one walking," returned Matcham, and "the bell tolleth ever as he moves." "I see that well," said Dick. "But wherefore? What maketh he in Tunstall Woods? Jack," he added, "laugh at me an ye will, but I like not the hollow sound of it." "Nay," said Matcham, with a shiver, "it hath a doleful note. An the day were not come"
This was seeing; it was not hearing. He means foully. Hark, else, if his bell be not stopped!" Such was the case. The bell rang no longer. "Nay," said Dick, "I like not that. Nay," he cried again, "I like that little. What may this betoken? Let us go, by the mass!" "He hath gone east," added Matcham.
He turned at a couple of days' notice out of his place, making it over to his tenant; and Aunt Maud, who's deeply in his confidence about all such matters, said: 'Come then to Lancaster Gate to sleep at least till, like all the world, you go to the country. He was to have gone to the country I think to Matcham yesterday afternoon: Aunt Maud, that is, told me he was."
"Oh, it's a beautiful big world, and everyone, yes, everyone !" It presently brought her back to Kate, and she hoped she didn't actually look as much as if she were crying as she must have looked to Lord Mark among the portraits at Matcham. Kate at all events understood. "Everyone wants to be so nice?" "So nice," said the grateful Milly. "Oh," Kate laughed, "we'll pull you through!
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