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But he owned up when he needn't have, and this condones his sin. We think he was a thorough brick to do it. Alice scratched this out afterwards and wrote the record of the incident in more flattering terms. But Dicky had used Father's ink, and she used Mrs Pettigrew's, so anyone can read his underneath the scratching outs.
"How are you, Hector?" said the miner, in an off hand way. "Why, bless my soul if it isn't Jeff!" exclaimed the driver, who had been an old schoolmate of Mr. Pettigrew's. "I reckon it is," said the miner, his face lighting up with the satisfaction he felt at seeing a home face. "Why, you ain't changed a mite, Jeff. You look just as you did when you went away. How long have you been gone?"
At last the expected crash came, when infantry met infantry. Pickett's right strikes Hancock's center, then a dull, sullen roar told too well that Greek had met Greek. Next came Davis, then Brockenborro, followed on the left by Archer's and Pettigrew's Brigade, and soon all was engulfed in the smoke of battle and lost to sight. Such a struggle could not last long for the tension was too great.
"Oh, he still declines any appointment whatever, but he's made up another company; a construction company to take our contracts. Proudfit's president. It's not strongly officered; but, as Garnet says, better have men we can dictate to than men who might try to dictate to us. And besides, except Crickwater, they're all Suez men. Mattox is treasurer; Pettigrew's secretary."
I left them together after dinner and when the time came for saying good-night I found that the Archdeacon had been persuaded not to attempt a formal protest against Miss Pettigrew's teaching. He has never, however, trusted her since then and he still shakes his head doubtfully at the mention of her name.
I remember them, walking through the lanes and fields as you say, with arms round each other, and Mrs. Pettigrew's hands were always dreadfully red, and Mr. Pettigrew's fingers were always dirty, and they married very quickly, and now they've got two dreadful babies that scream all day and all night, and Mrs. Pettigrew's hair is never tidy and Pettigrew himself well, you know what he does!
He told me this morning that I was to go and muzzle Lalage." "He didn't mean it," said Miss Battersby. "Besides," said my mother, "you will." I reflected on this. My mother and Miss Pettigrew are intimate friends. They must have talked over La-lage's future together many times. I knew what Miss Pettigrew's views were and I suspect that my mother was in full agreement with them.
"You say he wants this tonight," he added, when her packet was complete: "How are you going to get it to him?" "Carry it to him." "At Pettigrew's? What do you mean? It would take an experienced horseman all night to ride around by Black Creek." "I'm going over the pass." He could not conceal his anger: "Does your father know that?" "He said I might try it."
"We can't dog him now, and anyhow it isn't Pettigrew's pheasants that Jack's after: he's gone past the woods. What a bone-shaker he's captured. Hear the spokes rattlin'." "Not so quick, Grimmy. He's wheeling into that little Westcote inn. We'll run him down now." The rider had indeed dismounted nearly a quarter mile ahead, and instantly the Amorians were stringing down the road again.
The first few miles of his road were the same that she would soon be riding after him. Again and again he felt anger at the idea of her riding the worst of the Falling Wall trail at night to Pettigrew's. More than once he felt the impulse to wait for her, and even slackened his pace.
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