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Don't you understand? 'No, Passon, sez I, 'I can't say as I do! Then he laughed, but sad like an' went away with his 'ead down as he's got it now. Something's wrong with him an' it's all since Miss Vancourt came. She's a real worry to 'im I 'spect, an' it's true enough the place ain't like what it was a month ago. Yet there's no denyin' she's a sweet little lady for all one can say!"
Moved perhaps by the consciousness of her own beauty, or by the general excitement around her, she suddenly waved a miniature branch of hawthorn and emitted a piercing yell. "Passon! Tum 'ere! Passon! Tum 'ere!" There was no possibility of 'holding forth' after this.
Bainton, honest as the daylight, and sturdy in his principles as an oak in its fibres, had determined to have 'no humbuggin' wi' Passon. And in a few words, spoken with a great deal of feeling and rough eloquence, he had told all, how Miss Vancourt had gone away 'suddint-like' from the Manor, and how it was said and reported all through the county and neighbourhood that she had gone because her engaged husband, Lord Roxmouth, had caught her 'makin' love' to a parson, that parson being no other than St.
"It'll be all right when our owld passon comes back," said one of the men addressing him, "It's just this half eddicated wastrel of a chap as doesn't know, and doesn't care for the troubles of common folk like we." Aubrey was silent for a space. "Common folk like we!"
But Arizona resented the interference, and rounded on him promptly. "Say, you passon feller, I ain't heerd tell as it's the ways o' your country to butt in an' boost folk on to a scrap. It's gener'ly sed you're mostly ready to do the scrappin'." "Which means?" Lew grinned in his large way. "Wal, it mostly means let's hear from you fust hand."
Now I should a' said he'd a' bin glad to 'ear of somethin' new an' oncommon as 'twere, he likes it in the way o' flowers, an' why not in the way o' wimmin? But Passon ain't like other folk he don't git on with wimmin nohow an' the prettier they are the more he seems skeered off them."
The round forget-me-not eyes of Baby Hippolyta stared into his face with relentless persistency, the velvet pansy-coloured ones of Susie Prescott smiled confidingly up at him with a bewildering youthfulness and unconsciousness of charm; and the mischief-loving small boys and village yokels who stood grouped against the Maypole like rough fairy foresters guarding magic timber, were, with all the rest of the children, hushed into a breathless expectancy, waiting eagerly for 'Passon' to speak.
The congregation rose with him. Some of the village folks exchanged uneasy glances with one another. Was their beloved 'Passon' quite himself? He looked so very pale, his eyes were so unusually bright, and his whole aspect so more than commonly commanding.
There's a rose climbin' over the cross on the old Squire's grave what will do ye good to see, come another fortnight of this warm weather. But Passon, he be main worrited about the Five Sisters, and knowin' as 'ow I'd worked for the old Squire at 'arvest an, sich-like, he thought I might be able to 'splain to ye "
"So you're bringing Phoebe over to Cry the Neck, Sam?" he asked casually. Sam Lenine nodded. "Gwain be there, Passon?" "Maybe. Fact is, Sam, I thought it would be a good opportunity to sit that boy at the head of the table " Lenine nodded again, but waited in silence.
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