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Silk explained that he had ridden over from Natchett to call on Miss Josselin and had but an hour to spare. They insisted, however, that he must eat before leaving, and they led away his horse to bait, leaving him and Ruth together. "Will you come into the house?" she asked. "With your leave we can talk better here. . . . So you guessed that I made one of the party? Miss Vyell told me."
All the same, the road call it an apology for one bristles with tree-stumps, and mamma's temper will be unendurable if the dark overtakes us before we reach the next farm. I forget its name." "Natchett?" "Yes, Natchett. We spend the night there." "But why did not Mr. Silk drive you over?" "Did mamma tell you he was escorting us?" "No. I guessed." "Nasty little fellow. Sloppy underlip.
Soon as I heard that, I put George the groom on Forester, and came in chase. . . . I find her ladyship at Natchett, and after some straight talking I put George in charge of the conspirators, with instructions to drive them home. They chose to say nothing of Silk, and I didn't guess; so now the rogue must either leg it back or gall himself on a waggon-horse." "You worried yourself about me?"
I see the game; he must have played escort to those infernal women. . . . Somehow I hadn't suspected it, and Lady Caroline kept that cat in the bag when I surprised her at Natchett an hour ago. I wonder why?" Ruth had a shrewd guess; but, fearing violence, forbore to tell it. He went on: "But what puzzles me more is, how I missed meeting him." In truth the explanation was simple enough. Mr.
Some four miles beyond, on the far edge of the plain, a very similar clump of elms hid another farm, Natchett by name, in like manner outposted with cattle; and these were the only habitations of men within the ring of the horizon. The afternoon sun cast the shadow of the mountain far across this plain, almost to the confines of Sweetwater homestead.
Silk, turning the corner of the lane, where it bent sharply around Farmer Cordery's wood-stacks, had chanced to spy Sir Oliver on a rise of the road to the eastward, and had edged aside and taken cover behind the stacks. He was now making for Natchett at his best speed. "A while ago, you say? How long ago? The thief cannot have gone far " Sir Oliver looked behind him.
"Only, as I guess, in so far as she accuses you of having played the devil with her plan for marrying me up with my cousin Di'? If Di' had been the last woman in the world. . . . But the old harridan never spoke to me after the grooming I gave her that morning at Natchett. 'Faith, and I did treat her to some plain talk!" he wound up with another laugh. "But what harm can she do you?"
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