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Robb heard of it, as of course he did very soon, by no means sweetened his disposition towards "the termagant of Rivenoak" a phrase he was supposed to have himself invented. "I'll grind her!" remarked the honourable gentleman, in the bosom of his family, and before long he found his opportunity.
She looked up suddenly, and, though she tried hard to speak conversationally, there was a slightly eager ring in her voice. "When is George Iredale going to leave the ranch?" Robb turned to her at once. "Can't say. Not yet, I should think. He seems to have made no preparations. Besides, I've got to see him again in a day or two." "Then you will stay out here?" asked Alice eagerly. "Well, no."
And the good lady passed out of the room with the shuffling gait which a pair of loose, heelless slippers contrived to give her. "Prue," said Alice, when the door had closed, "when are you going to ask Robb to come?" "As soon as possible, if you like." "Thanks. Good-night, dear; mother Hephzy is a sweet old thing." The two girls turned over, and in a few moments were sleeping soundly.
It is a good plan to keep your head well down, and of course your eye glued on the ball, until the very last moment, so that it makes it difficult for the opposing man at the net to tell in which direction you are going to hit the ball. The late Miss Robb, who was a magnificent mixed doubles player, used to play in this way. Men have told me it was impossible to anticipate her returns.
Robb can't come out here, at least not to stay." Prudence had finished her letter and now looked disappointedly over at her mother. "And how be that?" asked the old lady, standing with a shovel of anthracite coal poised in her hand. "He says that the rush of emigrants to the district keeps him at work from daylight to dark. It's too bad. Poor old Al!" Mrs.
Mannering, people must have brandy and tea, and there's none in the country but what comes this way and then there's short accounts, and maybe a keg or two, or a dozen pounds left at your stable door, instead of a d-d lang account at Christmas from Duncan Robb, the grocer at Kippletringan, who has aye a sum to make up, and either wants ready money, or a short-dated bill.
Better put something on for him or there'll be a row. What's that steak? That ain't no good for Mr. Robb. He wants pork chops. He never eats anything else for breakfast. Says he's used to pork." The girl returned to the breakfast room bearing Grey's steak and some potatoes. Coffee followed quickly, and the officer attacked his victuals hungrily. Then Robb Chillingwood appeared.
The second officer, who was an old hand in these waters, stood amongst them, and the speaker frequently referred to him in order that his statements might be confirmed. When the second officer came aft, the captain remarked that the boys seemed to have had a heated discussion. "Mr Robb, may I take the liberty of asking if it is anything that may not be conveyed to me?"
"Yes," said Robb, "there are queer tales afloat of adventures encountered by travellers journeying from the valley to the coast. But they're chiefly confined to wayside robbery, and are of a very sordid, everyday kind. No doubt your experiences are less matter-of-fact and more romantic. By Jove, I feel jolly comfy. Not much like turning out."
"You shall pay for this, you old hag," shrieked the injured woman. "I'll pull you up before the Hollingford magistrates, and I'll tell them where you got your manners. I know now that it's true, what Mrs. Robb told my sister, that you began life as a" Saxon monosyllable "on London streets!"
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