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"Not if you'd borrered it, Mr. 'Opeless. She belongs to a Mr. Mills o' Melborough Na-ow! Melchard o' Millsborough. 'E's one o' them there painful dentisters." A sound like a smothered sneeze, followed by a syncopated gurgle, coming from behind him, warned Dick to tone down the comic relief.
If I open my mouth, I shall give us away." "Howd tha mouth shut, then, 'Minta, lass," he said. Then, lowering his tone, he added in his own language: "I'll account for you. Don't forget your name's Araminta. You've been ill, and the doctor's ordered open-air treatment." As they reached the threshold, the roar of Millsborough dialect came to them through the windows of the bar-parlour.
Yes, it was the Missis, as he liked to call Miss Henderson, and he ran down to meet her. "Well, I suppose there were fine doings at Millsborough, Miss," he said, as he held the horse for her to get down. "Yes there were a lot of people. It was very noisy." "We thought you'd hear our noise, Miss, as far as the road! Miss Leighton, she's been keeping us all alive.
"I'll get the horse and cart myself." For it was market day at Millsborough, and peace or no peace, she had some business that must be done there. "Oh, I've no call to go, Miss," said Hastings. "I'd rather stay and look after things." His eyes met Janet's, and she nodded imperceptibly. She was relieved to think of Hastings good, faithful, unassuming creature! remaining on guard.
"I'll do my best for you both;" and Dick, rising with care not to disturb his now sleeping burden, carried it into the cottage. The little house consisted of a large kitchen and two bedrooms opening from it. The woman, now almost hospitable, opened one of the inner doors. "My son Tom's room," she said, with some pride. "He's away to Millsborough. Better put the lady in here.
Janet uttered an exclamation of surprise and horror while fact after fact rushed together in her mind, fitting into one explanatory whole. Why had she never thought of that possibility, among all the others? "Oh, Rachel, have you ever seen him?" "Twice. He stopped me on the road, when I was coming back from Millsborough on Armistice Day. And he came to see me the day after.
Richard Bellamy isn't a very wideawake young gentleman." Seven miles south of Millsborough, just before you come to the cross-roads, whose eastern branch runs to the coast some thirty miles away, there stands, the only house in sight, a little roadside inn called "The Coach and Horses."
The very desertion of the farm-houses on this great day might tempt marauders especially that thief or madman who had been haunting their own premises. She hoped the police would not forget them either. But Hastings' offer to stay till the girls came back from the Millsborough crowds and bands at about nine o'clock quite eased her mind.
"I never told you much about that man Dempsey's visit. Of course he came to see you. He thought when he saw you at Millsborough that you were a Mrs. Delane he had seen in Canada. Were you perhaps a relation of hers? I said I would ask you. Then I inquired how often he had seen Mrs. Delane.
To net a Millsborough gallimaufry of decadents, criminals, and potential rebels had become in a few hours his absorbing desire. And in this short time he had almost frayed the smooth edges of the Permanent Under Secretary's official decorum. Randal Bellamy, with his affection for the girl, and his absorbing love of his younger brother, had as much interest in the affair as any other concerned.
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