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He's been there since he was born. But she don't know anything. I'll fetch your waterproof and some top-boots. ''Fraid o' the water! 'Fraid o' the water! Jimmy sobbed, pressed against a corner of the hall, his hands to his eyes. 'All right, Jimmy. Jimmy can help play with the carpet, Rhoda answered, as Midmore went forth into the darkness and the roarings all round.
'What about to-morrow? Rhoda asked, entering with garments over her shoulder. 'It's never stopped raining since you left. You'll be plastered out of sight an' all in five minutes. You'd better wear your next best, 'adn't you? I'm afraid they've shrank. 'Adn't you best try 'em on? 'Here? said Midmore. ''Suit yourself.
I won't be treated arbit'ry. The carts moved off without a word, and Sidney went into the house and slammed the door. 'Now, I hold that is enormously significant, said a visitor. 'Here you have the logical outcome of centuries of feudal oppression the frenzy of fear. The company looked at Midmore with grave pain. 'But he did worry my life out about his pig-sty, was all Midmore found to say.
As usual she was humming to herself. 'Why on earth did you come out in this weather? Midmore asked. 'It was worse when you were in town. The rain's taking off now. If it wasn't for that pond, I wouldn't worry so much. There's Sidney's bell. Come on! She broke into a run. A cracked bell was jangling feebly down the valley. 'Keep on the road! Midmore shouted.
The man went away, and served up what he had heard of the pig-pound episode as a little newspaper sketch, calculated to annoy. Midmore read it with an eye as practical as a woman's, and since most of his experiences had been among women, at once sought out a woman to whom he might tell his sorrow at the disloyalty of his own familiar friend.
She has misunderstood herself, like so many of us, the woman murmured, 'but I think eventually ... she flung out her thin little hands. 'However, these are things that each lonely soul must adjust for itself. 'Indeed, yes, said Midmore with a deep sigh. The old tricks were sprouting in the old atmosphere like mushrooms in a dung-pit.
One man, a confidant of the old expressive days, attacked him robustiously and demanded account of his soul's progress. It was not furnished, for Midmore was calculating how much it would cost to repave stables so dilapidated that even the village idiot apologised for putting visitors' horses into them.
'But the water's only just over the road, she objected. 'Never mind. Don't you move. Promise? 'All right. You take my stick, then, and feel for holes in case anything's washed out anywhere. This is a lark! Midmore took it, and stepped into the water that moved sluggishly as yet across the farm road which ran to Sidney's front door from the raised and metalled public road.
The front door had been forced open, and the flood had registered its own height in a brown dado on the walls. Midmore chased the pig out and called up the stairs. 'I be abed o' course. Which step 'as she rose to? Sidney cried from above. 'The fourth? Then it's beat all records. Come up. 'Are you ill? Midmore asked as he entered the room. The red eyelids blinked cheerfully. Mr.
Midmore looked at his watch again and found himself saying with no good grace: 'Well, I suppose she'd better have it for the present at any rate. He escaped with an uneasy feeling that two hundred and fifty-four pounds a year was not exactly four hundred, and that Charlie's long nose annoyed him. Then he returned, first-class, to his own affairs.
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