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Updated: June 21, 2025
You aren't afraid of the water now, are you, Jimmy? 'Not afraid of anything now. Jimmy reached for her hand. 'But get away from the water quick. 'I'm coming with you, Midmore interrupted. 'You most certainly are not. You're drenched. She threw you twice. Go home and change. You may have to be out again all night. It's only half-past seven now.
They killed that cub a little short of the haven his mother had told him to make for a two-acre Alsatia of a gorse-patch to which the M.F.H. had been denied access for the last fifteen seasons. He expressed his gratitude before all the field and Mr. Sidney, at Mr. Sidney's farm-house door. 'And if there should be any poultry claims he went on. 'There won't be, said Midmore.
She always did since I was eight. 'Seven, Miss, was when you began to 'unt, said Rhoda, setting down more buttered toast. 'And so, the M.F.H. was saying to Midmore, 'when he got to your brute Sidney's land, we had to whip 'em off. It's a regular Alsatia for 'em. They know it.
After all, she had as much right to express herself as he purposed to take for himself; and Midmore believed strongly in the fullest equality of the sexes. That retirement made one small ripple in the strenuous world.
Nobody but me 'ud put up with it but I reckon it don't make any odds to you. He slammed the gates down again, and the brook rose behind them with a suck and a grunt. Midmore moved off, conscious that he might be safer with Rhoda to hold his conversational hand.
Why' he dropped his voice 'I don't want to say anything against Sidney as your tenant, of course, but I do believe the old scoundrel's perfectly capable of putting down poison. 'Sidney's capable of anything, said Midmore with immense feeling; but once again he held his tongue.
At first they looked upon him coolly, but when the tale of the removed wire and the recaptured gorse had gone the rounds, they accepted him for a person willing to play their games. True, a faction suspended judgment for a while, because they shot, and hoped that Midmore would serve the glorious mammon of pheasant-raising rather than the unkempt god of fox-hunting.
But Midmore needed two, next morning very early, for a devil's diversion, among wet coppices, called 'cubbing. 'You haven't a bad seat, said Miss Sperrit through the morning-mists. 'But you're worrying him. 'He pulls so, Midmore grunted. 'Let him alone, then. Look out for the branches, she shouted, as they whirled up a splashy ride. Cubs were plentiful.
'We will do our best, of course, if those are your instructions. Then, that is all except' here Midmore half rose, but Mr. Sperrit's little grey eyes held his large brown ones firmly 'except about Rhoda Dolbie, Mrs. Werf's maid. I may tell you that we did not draw up your aunt's last will. She grew secretive towards the last elderly people often do and had it done in London.
Rhoda took their battered hats, led the women upstairs for hairpins, and presently fed them all with tea-cakes, poached eggs, anchovy toast, and drinks from a coromandel-wood liqueur case which Midmore had never known that he possessed. 'And I will say, said Miss Connie Sperrit, her spurred foot on the fender and a smoking muffin in her whip hand, 'Rhoda does one top-hole.
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