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Updated: June 11, 2025
One doesn't find an uncle every day of one's life, my Porges, no sir!" "An' you are so nice an' big, you know!" said Porges, viewing Bellew with a bright, approving eye. "Long, would be a better word, perhaps," suggested Bellew, smiling down at him. "An' wide, too!" nodded Small Porges.
Small Porges was standing before her as he waited for her answer, but now, seeing how she hesitated, and avoided his eyes, he put one small hand beneath the dimple in her chin, so that she was forced to look at him. "You do, please, don't you?" he pleaded.
Thus Small Porges gave way to his grief, hidden in the very darkest corner of the stable, whither he had retired lest any should observe his weakness, until having once more gained command of himself, and wiped away his tears with his small, and dingy pocket-handkerchief, he slowly re-crossed the yard, and entering the house went to look for his Auntie Anthea.
It looked rather bare, and barren, just now, for the furniture was all moved out of place, ranged neatly round the walls, and stacked at the farther end, beneath the gallery where the little man in question, blue of chin, and red of nose, was hovering about it, dabbing little tickets on chairs, and tables, even as Small Porges had said.
And Porges, Big, and Small, turning to glance back, as they went upon their way saw that he still held that small white hand pressed close to his lips. Coming events cast their shadows before "I s'pose they'll be marrying each other, one of these fine days!" said Small Porges as they crossed the meadow, side by side.
On he went, and on, heedless of his direction until the sun grew low, and he grew hungry; wherefore, looking about, he presently espied a nook sheltered from the sun's level rays by a steep bank where flowers bloomed, and ferns grew. Here he sat down, unslinging his knap-sack, and here it was, also, that he first encountered Small Porges.
They could not have a better guide than their headman; and as for you, I will take care that you are well grounded in what you have to teach." "Ah, Messire," babbled the shiny rogue, "have I not done after my kind also?" "You have indeed, my friend," Prosper replied. "Now I will do after mine." To be short, he had Master Porges stripped, horsed, and stoutly flogged then and there.
She knelt and laid her forehead on the ground. Isoult lightly set her foot on the bowed head; but he who watched the ceremony with dimmed eyes saw that the treader was the humblest there. Master Porges, flap-cheeked and stertorous, grovelled like a fat spaniel. Prosper came to the rescue as he swam up to the height of a man again, gasping for the air.
"With a large M, sir," nodded Bellew, "marriage, sir, wedlock; my nephew and I are discussing it in its aspects philosophical, sociological, and " "That is surely rather a peculiar subject to discuss with a child, Mr. Bellew " "Meaning my nephew, sir?" "I mean young George, there." "Precisely, my nephew, Small Porges." "I refer," said Mr.
Master Porges got off the table, and, ceasing to be a justice, became a creature of his day. Now, his day was a wild one as his dwelling a barbarous, where the remedy for most offences was a drubbing. Isoult bowed her head, set her teeth hard, and bent to the storm. The storm burst over her, shrilled, whistled, and swept her down.
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