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It looked hard, outrageous, wrong, that tastes so sane and simple as his own, could not be gratified. A horseman descended the hill and Raymond recognised him. It was Neddy Motyer. His horse was lame and he walked beside it. Raymond smiled to himself, for Neddy, though a zealous follower of hounds, lacked judgment and often met with disaster. Ten minutes later Neddy himself appeared.
At the sound of Aunt Sally's voice, indeed, they dropped the box they had been secreting and burst into a paroxysm of giggling, as was their customary receipt of her chiding. The giggle was always destined to end in tears, but this never prevented its recurrence. "Neddy Trent! If that bad little Garcia boy is doing wrong, it's no need you should be naughty, too.
"Conceit's good for the consumption, Neddy. What do you want to bet on finding that river in an hour?" "I'll eat my hat if we don't find it in a quarter of a mile. I won't bet on the time, because at the rate you're working it may take three weeks to get there." "Ned, you're a wizard, for there is the river." The river flowed gently between high banks, densely wooded.
Robin Davies and Neddy "Pandy" arrived just in time for the coffee, and when the meal was over they all returned to the kiln room, where the air was filled with the aroma of the roasting corn. It was only at such gatherings as these that Neddy ever experienced the full enjoyments of life, for he was a homeless wanderer from place to place.
The heavy vehicle went down with a rush; Geoffrey and Mrs. Carey were not looking at the horses, the Duchess was indifferent, Sydney looked on dyspeptically, and Dacre was looking far ahead, as was his wont. Only Maggie Windsor gave a little scream and grasped the rail. "It was not so hard to drive Neddy as that four," Mrs. Carey went on.
Yes, he had been "bluffing," as Neddy declared; and to bluff was foreign to his nature. Nobody was deceived, for everybody knew the truth, and though none dared laugh at him in public, secretly all his acquaintance were doubtless doing so. Sabina saw that he was perturbed when presently he joined Miss Ironsyde. He had drunk more than enough and proved irritable.
The grass was as green as though it was springtime, and the golden ears of corn gathered together in heaps in the great fields looked very pretty. In Harrisburg we saw a donkey like Neddy. How I wish I could see my own donkey and my dear Lioness! Do they miss their mistress very much? Tell Mildred she must be kind to them for my sake. Our room is pleasant and comfortable.
"No, I'm a sensitive chap, I am," said Neddy, smiling. "Don't you go and hurt my pride in you by any sign of weakness, Sergeant." The Sergeant shivered a little. "I'm game. I'll stick it," he protested valorously. "You'd better!" Neddy advised. "All quiet at the Cottage as you came by?" asked Mike. "Quiet as the grave, for what I see," the Sergeant answered. "All right.
Bennett the news that Neddy had at last named the day that would suit his High Mightiness Tuesday the 7th of January it was, and, as it chanced, the very day before Beaumaroy was to start for Morocco! More accurately, the attack would be delivered on the actual day of his departure if he went.
"Pardon me," said I, when at last I might make myself heard, "will you be so obliging as to tell me the way to Tonbridge?" "Look at 'im, Neddy, look at 'im!" cried the virago, stabbing bony finger at me. "Tell 'im t' close 'is trap or it's twist 'is yeres I will. Tell 'im 'e can't make fun o' we " "Make fun of you!" exclaimed I, falling back a pace, aghast at the suggestion.
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