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Updated: June 21, 2025
'And she? 'Dirty old cat! You ought to 'ear 'er snore! At ten o'clock in the morning, after a maddening hour in his own garden on the edge of the retreating brook, Midmore went off to confront more damage at Sidney's. The first thing that met him was the pig, snowy white, for the water had washed him out of his new sty, calling on high heaven for breakfast.
Was I? said Midmore through the bad tastes in his mouth. 'D'you suppose I could stay there the night? Thirty joyous young voices shouted appeal to some one to leave their 'pipes of parsley 'ollow 'ollow 'ollow! Mr. Sperrit had to raise his voice above the din. 'Well, if I asked you to stay here, I should never hear the last of it from Rhoda.
Midmore, cold and annoyed, found himself humming: 'That flood strewed wrecks upon the grass, That ebb swept out the flocks to sea. There isn't a rose left, Rhoda! An awesome ebb and flow it was To many more than mine and me. But each will mourn his ... It'll cost me a hundred. 'Now we know the worst, said Rhoda, 'we can go to bed. I'll lay on the kitchen sofa. His light's burnin' still.
These last were two great sliding shutters of weedy oak across the brook, which were prised up inch by inch with a crowbar along a notched strip of iron, and when Sidney opened them they at once let out half the water. Midmore watched it shrink between its aldered banks like some conjuring trick. This, too, was his very own. 'I see, he said. 'How interesting!
Midmore took his friends across the flat fields with some idea of showing them Sidney as a type of 'the peasantry. They hit the minute when Sidney, hoarse with rage, was ordering bricklayer, mate, carts and all off his premises. The visitors disposed themselves to listen. 'You never give me no notice about changin' the pig, Sidney shouted.
'It's too like cheating a sucking child, isn't it, Mr. Sidney? 'You've got me! was all the reply. 'I be used to bein' put upon, but you've got me, Mus' Midmore. Midmore pointed to a new brick pig-pound built in strict disregard of the terms of the life-tenant's lease. The gesture told the tale to the few who did not know, and they shouted.
It passed close to the shuttered bay-window. But each will mourn his own, she saith, And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my son's wife, Elizabeth ... Cusha cusha cusha calling. The hoofs broke into a canter as Rhoda entered with the tray. 'And then I'll put you to bed, she said. 'Sidney's coming in the morning. Midmore asked no questions.
'Not across the fields, said Midmore at the stile. 'Come round by by your own place. She flushed indignantly. 'It will be yours in a little time, he went on, shaken with his own audacity. 'Not so much of your little times, if you please! She shied like a colt across the road; then instantly, like a colt, her eyes lit with new curiosity as she came in sight of the drive-gates.
'Well, hardly ha-ardly. Deducting land and income tax, tithes, fire insurance, cost of collection and repairs of course, it returned two hundred and eighty-four pounds last year. The repairs are rather a large item owing to the brook. I call it Liris out of Horace, you know. Midmore looked at his watch impatiently. 'I suppose you can find somebody to buy it? he repeated.
For a few seconds the teachings of the Immoderate Left, whose humour is all their own, wrestled with those of Mother Earth, who has her own humours. Then Midmore laughed till he could scarcely stand. In due time Mr. Sidney laughed too crowing and wheezing crescendo till it broke from him in roars. They shook hands, and Midmore went home grateful that he had held his tongue among his companions.
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