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It was half way up to his knees when he knocked. As he looked back Miss Sperrit's lantern seemed to float in mid-ocean. 'You can't come in or the water'll come with you. I've bunged up all the cracks, Mr. Sidney shouted from within. 'Who be ye? 'Take me out! Take me out! the woman shrieked, and the pig from his sty behind the house urgently seconded the motion. 'I'm Midmore!
And besides, the hunt was a quiet, intimate, kindly little hunt, not anxious for strangers, of good report in the Field, the servant of one M.F.H., given to hospitality, riding well its own horses, and, with the exception of Midmore, not novices.
Most of the hounds attached themselves to a straight-necked youngster of education who scuttled out of the woods into the open fields below. 'Hold on! some one shouted. 'Turn 'em, Midmore. That's your brute Sidney's land. It's all wire. 'Oh, Connie, stop! Mrs. Sperrit shrieked as her daughter charged at a boundary-hedge. 'Wire be damned! I had it all out a fortnight ago.
That's what makes it so hard to bear. Midmore looked at the long lizard-like back and had no words. She went on, still talking through the black window-pane: 'Your pore dear auntie was very kind about it. She said she'd make all allowances for one, but no more. Never any more.... Then, you didn't know 'oo Charlie was all this time? 'Your nephew, I always thought.
'But you asked' Midmore felt his voice jump up 'to have the pig-pound built. ''Spose I did. That's no reason you shouldn't send me notice to change the pig. 'Comin' down on me like this 'thout warnin'! That pig's got to be got into the cowshed an' all. 'Then open the door and let him run in, said Midmore. 'Don't you be'ave arbit'ry with me! Take all your dam' men 'ome off my land.
'Very good, she snorted, 'but that cuts both ways. An' now, you go down to Sidney's this evenin' and put him where he ought to be. He was in his right about you givin' 'im notice about changin' the pig, but he 'adn't any right to turn it up before your company. No manners, no pig-pound. He'll understand. Midmore did his best to make him.
Charlie, the wills! A clerk with a baldish head and a long nose dealt documents on to the table like cards, and breathed heavily behind Midmore. 'It's in no sense a legal obligation, of course, said Mr. Sperrit. 'Ah, that one is dated January the 11th, eighteen eighty-nine.
You never did that, Sperrit. This was Mr. Fisher, M.F.H., enlarging the breach Midmore had made. 'No, confound him! said the father testily. 'Go on, sir! Injecto ter pulvere you've kicked half the ditch into my eye already.
Fire or flood, she wouldn't. 'Why didn't you ever marry her? Midmore asked. 'Waste of good money. She was willin' without. There was a step on the gritty mud below, and a voice humming. Midmore rose quickly saying: 'Well, I suppose you're all right now. 'I be. I ain't a landlord, nor I ain't young nor anxious. Oh, Mus' Midmore!
''Tisn't the water, it's the mud on the skirting-board after it goes down that I mind, Rhoda whispered. 'The last time Coxen's mill broke, I remember it came up to the second no, third step o' Mr. Sidney's stairs. 'What did Sidney do about it? 'He made a notch on the step. 'E said it was a record. Just like 'im. 'It's up to the drive now, said Midmore after another long wait.
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