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Updated: June 5, 2025
Next we come to the angry eyes and swollen features of Ozias Humphreys's miniature, in the Duke of Atholl's collection, and in his sketch published in the 'Lockhart Papers' , and, finally, to the fallen weary old face designed by Gavin Hamilton.
Tony murmured a submissive "Yes, sir," winked at the subjugated captain, buckled on his sword, pressed his hat down with a flourish, and before the Reverend Ozias had arrived at his next deduction, was skimming merrily shoreward in the Hepzibah's gig. A moment more and he was in the thick of it!
I'll pay a leetle more than Robinson. Tell her your uncle Ozias has taken all the shoes Robinson has got, and you're to come to him for 'em, an' to keep dark about it, an' let her think what she's a mind to. Women folks can't know everything." "Yes, sir," said Jerome. "You can come fer the shoes and bring 'em home after dark, so's nobody will see you," said Ozias Lamb, further.
It's natur'." Ozias gave a cynical chuckle; he shifted his load of shoes to ease his right shoulder. "'Lisha's big as two of you," he said. "How'd ye work it to fling him? Twist your leg under his, eh?" Jerome nodded. "That's a good trick. I larnt that when I was a boy. Well, I ain't surprised Robinson has shet down on the shoes. What ye goin' to do?"
Jerome stopped working, staring at him. He was quite pale. His imagination leaped to a glimpse of that frightful fish. "An' what comes then?" he gasped. "The cuttle-fish has got a beak," said Ozias. "By-an'-by there ain't nothin' but cuttle-fish." Jerome saw quite plainly the monster writhing and coiling over a waste of water, and nothing else.
When he came in sight of Ozias Lamb's shop, its window was throwing a long beam of light across the field creeping with dry grass before the frosty wind. When Jerome opened the door, he started to see Ozias seated upon his bench, his head bowed over and hidden upon his idle hands. Jerome closed the door, then stood a moment irresolute, staring at his uncle's dejected figure.
What I'm comin' at is this: s'pose I set another bench in here, and take the extra work, and you quit school and go into business. I can learn you all I know fast enough. You can nigh about make a shoe now dun'no' but you can quite." "I'd have to leave school," Jerome said, soberly. "How much more book-learnin' do you think you need?" returned Ozias, with his hard laugh.
The face of this elderly New England shoemaker looked not unlike some Asiatic conception of a deity. Jerome always closed the door immediately when he entered, for Ozias dreaded a draught, having an inclination to rheumatism, and being also chilly, like most who sit at their labor.
"Then what in creation would anybody want to kill him for? Guess they wouldn't be apt to do it for anything they would get out of Abel Edwards." Simon Basset chuckled triumphantly; and in response there was a loud and exceedingly bitter laugh from a man sitting on an old stool next to him. Everybody started, for the man was Ozias Lamb, Abel Edwards's brother-in-law.
He was not used yet to expressing his independent thought. "Go on," said the Squire. "I think it works both ways, and the poor man is the slave either way, whether he buys or sells," said the boy, half defiantly, half timidly. "I guess you're about right," said the Squire, looking at him curiously. "Ever hear your uncle Ozias Lamb say anything like that?" "No, sir." "Thought it yourself, eh?"
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