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I suppose," he laughed bitterly, "it's the story of 'a woman, a dog, and a walnut tree, the more you thrash them the better they will be. My father spent his whole life in making hers easy, and in sparing her from every care and trouble, and I don't believe she cared half as much for him as she does for this man who is her master." For some months Mr. Mulready was very busy at his mill.
Simmonds said, "though I own that I have never been quite able to rid myself of a vague suspicion that he was guilty." "And I believe he is so still," Mr. Thompson said. "To me there is something almost devilish about that lad's manner." "His manner was pleasant enough," Mr. Simmonds said warmly, "before that affair of Mulready.
All this I allow; but I submit to you that the man who did this was a member of the secret association which is a terror to the land, and was the terror of William Mulready, and there is no proof whatever, not even the shadow not even the shadow of a proof, to connect this lad with the crime.
Mulready, as Ned dropped his hand, felt that he should have more trouble with the boy than he had expected. He gave a forced laugh. "One would think, Ned, that you thought it likely I was going to be unkind to your mother."
Abruptly the fat adventurer's smoldering resentment leaped in flame. "That'll be about all, Mr. Mulready! 'Bout face, you hound, and get into that boat! D'you think I'll temporize with you till Doomsday? Then forget it. You're wrong, dead wrong. Your bluff's called, and" with an evil chuckle "I hold a full house, Mulready, every chamber taken." He lifted meaningly the hand in the coat pocket.
"Well, mum, I am sorry to say as it be. A chap came in early this morning and told me as summat had happened, so I goes out, and half a mile from the town I finds it just as he says." "But what is it?" Mrs. Mulready gasped.
Mulready came back in the evening, and it was then whole. After it had been done with it was thrown outside the mill to be out of the way, as it would not be required again. After he had given his evidence Mr. Wakefield asked: "Did you hear any one outside the mill when Mr. Mulready was there?" "No, sir; I heard nothing." "Any one might have entered the yard, I suppose, and found the rope?"
For these were the days of crinolines; of hair in cabbage-nets, packed round rubber-inflations; of what may be called proto-croquet, with hoops so large that no one ever failed to get through, except you and me; the days when Ah che la morte was the last new tune, and Landseer and Mulready the last words in Art.
The next morning, to his surprise, his mother appeared at breakfast, a thing which he could not remember that she had ever done before, and yet the hour was an early one, as her husband wanted to be off to the mill. During the meal Mr. Mulready spoke sharply two or three times, and it seemed to Ned that his mother was nervously anxious to please him.
It's worse than if I had killed twenty masters. Only think only think, Bill, my mother's going to marry Mulready!" "Thou doesn't say so, lad! What! thy mother marry Foxey! Oi never heer'd o' such a thing. Well, that be bad news, surely! Well, well, only to think, now! Poor lad! Well, that beats all!"
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