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Updated: May 11, 2025
The court invites you to declare yourself, adding this plain rider and doom, that if you declare yourself a man, you are condemned in the person of your familiar, the devil, who deceiveth those that say you are a woman; and that if you prove to be a woman, you are condemned by those who dealt with you as a man. Therefore, declare." Master Porges waited, but waited in vain. He was pained.
How Small Porges in looking for a fortune for another, found an Uncle for Himself instead He was a very diminutive boy with a round head covered with coppery curls, a boy who stared at Bellew out of a pair of very round, blue eyes, while he tenderly cherished a knee, and an elbow.
I was thinking that the day has almost gone, an' I haven't found a bit of the fortune yet." "Why there's always to-morrow to live for, my Porges." "Yes, 'course there's always to-morrow; an' then, I did find you, you know, Uncle Porges." "To be sure you did, and an uncle is better than nothing at all, isn't he, even if he is rather dusty and disreputable of exterior.
Anthea turned quickly aside, as though to hide her mortification from Bellew's keen eyes; whereupon he, seeing it all, became, straightway, more dreamy than ever, and, laying a hand upon Small Porges' shoulder, pointed with his pitch-fork to where at the other end of the "Five-acre" the hay-makers worked away as merrily as ever: "Come, my Porges," said he, "let us away and join yon happy throng, and er
Belloo, sir " suggested Adam, and, not waiting for Bellew's laughing rejoinder, he chirrupped to the horses, and the great waggon creaked away with its mountainous load, surmounted by Adam's grinning visage, and Small Porges' golden curls, and followed by the rest of the merry-voiced hay-makers.
"No." "Nor ever will be?" "Nor ever will be." Now as the car swept round a bend, behold yet two other figures standing beside the way. "Yo ho, Captain!" cried a voice, "Oh please heave to, Uncle Porges!" And, forth to meet them, came Small Porges, running.
In the midst of this orchard they stopped, and Small Porges rested one hand against the rugged bole of a great, old apple tree. "This," said he, "is my very own tree, because he's so very big, an' so very, very old, Adam says he's the oldest tree in the orchard.
So they went on through the orchard together, very silently, for Small Porges was inclined to be indignant, but much more inclined to be hurt. Thus, they had not gone so very far, when he spoke, in a voice that he would have described as quivery.
The pack opened and swallowed her up. Prosper turned to Master Porges, who was gabbling prayers for his enemies. "Master Seneschal," he said, "since it is you who have driven this herd of hogs to do your work, now I shall drive them to do mine. And in teaching you through them what it is to do villainy to ladies, I teach them through you.
Presently he heard a cry, a panting, breathless cry, but full of a joy unspeakable: "I've got it! Oh, Uncle Porges I've found it!" Small Porges was down upon his knees, pulling and tugging at a sack he had partially unearthed, and which, with Bellew's aid, he dragged forth into the moonlight.
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