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He turned abruptly around towards his unseen questioner. A woman was standing by the side of the rock upon which he was sitting, a woman from the village, apparently, who must have come with noiseless footsteps along the sandy way. She was dressed in rusty black, and in place of a hat she wore a black woolen scarf tied around her head and underneath her chin.
Thereupon the bolts were slipped back with difficulty, and the questioner appeared. She was, as far as age was concerned, a little "beyond the vintage." She wore a dirty white kitchen apron, and below that a second blue kitchen apron, and below that again a third dappled apron. It was this woman's custom to put on as many dirty aprons as possible.
It was in the hall the next morning after a late breakfast that Clovis had his final inspiration as he stood engaged in coaxing rust spots from an old putter. "Where is Miss Martlet?" he asked the butler, who was at that moment crossing the hall. "Writing letters in the morning-room, sir," said Sturridge, announcing a fact of which his questioner was already aware.
Besides, I know the manoeuvres of our opponents, and I think every financial means justifiable to answer them." "Ah! What did I say to you a few minutes ago?" cried Herzog, addressing his questioner in a tone of triumph. "Let me act and you will see. Besides, I don't want to keep you against your will," he added, harshly. "You are at liberty to withdraw from us if you like."
She would show that she had, at any rate. So she quite declined the part, which he had hoped she would have taken, of respondent, and possible questioner; and his work became more and more like that of a man walking in a quagmire. Once the squire roused himself to speak to the butler; he felt the need of outward stimulus of a better vintage than usual.
Ravenshaw's," he said aloud, as though answering an unseen but real questioner. "Fool!" came the reply, "you know she would not go to Dr. Ravenshaw's. She would not dare." And fear gripped his heart coldly. He stumbled on again, bruising and cutting his limbs among the rocks. As he went he kept calling her name "Miss Sisily" at first, and then, as his fear grew stronger, "Sisily, Sisily!"
Then he heard himself boasting, "I'm going after Dylks myself; and if he'll come peaceably, and do his miracle I'll take him for my god, and if he won't, God have mercy on him!" He was answering his jeering questioner in his words, but his eyes were on the girl; her own eyes were lowered after a glance at her father and Hughey Blake, and his vow remained in his ears a foolish vaunt.
"But the other day I heard the king's dissour tell him a tale of some tyrant, who silently showed a curious questioner how to govern a land, by cutting down, with his staff, the heads of the tallest poppies; and the Duchess of Bedford turned to me, and asked, 'What says a Nevile to the application? 'Faith, lady, said I, 'the Nevile poppies have oak stems. Believe me, Hastings, these Woodvilles may grieve and wrong and affront Lord Warwick, but woe to all the pigmy goaders when the lion turns at bay!"
The boy swallowed hard, straightened his shoulders, and looked his questioner in the face. "Nowhere, sir not now. My father hates learning, and I work in the fields. I am very much obliged to you for the books, and had I best buy Blackstone with the two dollars?" The other smiled. "No, no, not Blackstone. Blackstone's frippery. You've got old Coke.
"Doc Burns? Sure! Next house beyond the corner the brick one." He turned to point. "Tell it by the rigs hitched. It's his office hours. You'll do some waitin', tell ye that." The questioner smiled a slightly superior smile. "Thank you," he said, and passed on.
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