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See Place's account in Additional MSS. 27,823. G. C. Robertson, Philosophical Remains, p. 166; and under George Grote in Dictionary of National Biography. Letters communicated by Mr. Graham Wallas. See Mr. Wallas's Francis Place, p. 91. So Place observed that Mill 'could help the mass, but could not help the individual, not even himself or his own. Wallas's Francis Place, p. 79.
It was enough for Lad to know that he was no longer a neglected outsider, in the Place's canine family; but that his worshiped mate was wild with joy to see him again. "Look!" said the Master. "The old chap has forgiven her for every bit of her rottenness to him. He's insanely happy, just because she chooses to make much of him, once more."
He craved the Mistress's dear touch on his wound, and a word of crooning comfort from her soft voice. This yearning was mingled with a doubt lest perhaps he had been transgressing the Place's Law, in some new way; and lest he might have let himself in for a scolding. The Law was still so queer and so illogical! Lad started toward the house.
Then, walking as though on eggs, he made an idiotically wide circle about the feathered dam and her silly chicks. Never thereafter did he assail any of the Place's fowls. It was the same, when he sprang up merrily at a line of laundry, flapping in alluring invitation from the drying ground lines. A single word of rebuke, and thenceforth the family wash was safe from him.
Beginning with these in front, infrequent there but multiplying toward the place's rear, are bush and tree forms of evergreen holly, native rhododendrons, the many sorts of foreign cedars and our native ones white and red, their skyward lines modified as the square or pointed architecture of the house may call for contrasts in pointed or broad-topped arborescence.
"You must turn to the left," said he, "before you come to yon great house, follow the path which you will find behind it, and you will soon be in Sychnant." "And to whom does the great house belong?" "To whom? why, to Sir Watkin." "Does he reside there?" "Not often. He has plenty of other houses, but he sometimes comes there to hunt." "What is the place's name?" "Llan Gedwin."
Such an explanation must be rejected, however, because at the moment of discovery the whole arrangement was uninjured, and, moreover, the filling of clay must have rendered any movement of the kind impossible. M. Place's explanation seems the best. He thinks the slope was given merely to facilitate the work of the bricklayers.
As soon as he felt the highway under his feet, Lad's nose drooped earthward; and he sniffed with all his might. Instantly, he caught the scent he was seeking; a scent as familiar to him as that of his own piano cave; the scent of the Place's car-tires. It had taken Harmon and the Master the best part of ten minutes to drive through the park and to the boarding kennels.
"That's fine, Worry, but is it fair?" queried Ken. "Fair? Why, of course. They all do it. We saw Place's captain in the grand-stand here last spring." The coach made no secret of his pride and faith in Ken. It was this, perhaps, as much as anything, which kept Ken keyed up. For Ken was really pitching better ball than he knew how to pitch.
The mist was lifting in truth, and yellow spears of sunlight were thrusting themselves through like hat pins run through cloth. "It'll be the better part of half an hour before the place's clear," he asserted, with one eye cocked at the sky and the other watching me. "In the meanwhile we'd better go back to Miss Drummond and set her mind at rest," I suggested.
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