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Look out that you don't hit any one. Ride straight at them. They'll give ground." "I hope to goodness they do," shouted Ned Rector. "If they don't it's me for the tall timber," cried Stacy, who had overheard Rector's remark. The bullets sang so close to the boys that the lads could hear them plainly.
The rector meekly stirred his coffee. "I have no doubt of it," he answered. "But what do you think of Tom's chances, my dear?" "They aren't worth a candle," returned his wife with an emphasis which settled the question in the rector's mind. Within a month Tom's chances were the topic of Kingsborough. They were discussed at the post-office, at sewing societies, at church festivals.
"Meanwhile, you're coming to live with me. I've been fighting against it, but I give up. I need you. You're the one I've been looking for. Pack your traps. I'll call a cab and we'll go over to my flat. Then we'll go to Rector's and celebrate." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't." "Why not?" "I told you. There's something in me that won't let me." He rose, walked to her very deliberately.
Somebody helped him up, and trembling so that he could hardly stand, he caught an axe out of the hand of a strapping young fellow who had just arrived, and placing himself by the Rector's side, swung it feebly against the boarding. The flames and smoke now filled the whole cow-house, and came rushing through the gap that they were making. The Squire and the Rector stood their ground.
This war memory, pushing aside paternal anxiety, saddened Fanny for a moment. The rector's revelations, the want of confidence shown to her by Calyste, had kept her from sleeping. "Suppose Monsieur le chevalier does love Mademoiselle des Touches, where's the harm?" said Mariotte. "She has thirty thousand francs a year and she is very handsome."
Drawing her work-box toward her, while she waited for Lydia's return, Mrs. Penfold fell to knitting, while the inner chatter of the mind went as fast as her needles concerned chiefly with two matters of absorbing interest: Lydia's twenty pounds, and a piece of news about Lydia, recently learnt from the rector's wife. As to the twenty pounds, it was the greatest blessing!
What he had found was a sombrero. This of itself was unimportant, for the store carried them for sale. A broad, yellow band about it was what attracted Ned Rector's attention, causing him to utter a sharp exclamation. "What is it?" demanded Luke quickly. "Look. Did you ever see this before?" he asked excitedly.
There was a propriety, springing from quite another source, however, in the rector's turning his footsteps first toward the Manor House, where she resided. For his curate, whom his business in Glaston that Saturday concerned, had, some nine or ten months before, married Mrs.
Vague thoughts crossed him of the Breton peasant's life of mechanical labor, without a wish of any kind; he pictured him burdened with a family, tilling the soil, living on buckwheat meal, drinking cider out of a pitcher, believing in the Virgin and the King, taking the sacrament at Easter, dancing of a Sunday on the green sward, and understanding never a word of the rector's sermon.
He put back his card in his pocket, and took off his hat, which was a recognition which brought the colour to Lizzie's cheek. "Go away, sir; I've got my character to think of," she said. Then she curtsied deeply, with a certain dignity in her rustic manners. "Thank you," she said, "all the same." Dick walked into the rector's dining-room with little Georgie seated on his shoulder.
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