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He was smiling, but there was a look in his eye which expressed the exact opposite of smiles. "Ros," he said, quietly, "Ros Paine, you bull-headed, big-hearted old chump, how are you?" But I could only stare at him. Why had he come to Denboro? What did his coming to me mean? Why had he come with Captain Jed, the man who had vowed that he was done with me forever?
Many of the large estates attached to Belvoir have come down by uninterrupted succession from that time to the present Duke of Rutland. The castle itself, however, after the Conquest belonged to the Earl of Chester, and afterwards to the family of Lord Ros. In the sixteenth century, by a fortunate marriage, the castle passed into the Manners family.
For a person who had told nothing, Lute seemed to have "as much as said" a good many things. I shook my head. "So you think I shouldn't sell the land?" I asked. "Course you shouldn't not to him. Ain't there such things as public spirit and independence? But I'll tell you somethin' more, Ros," mysteriously. "You may have a chance to sell it somewhere else." "Indeed?" "Yes, sir-ee! indeed!
What are friends for, if not to help each other? Who told you that I was dead broke?" "You? Why, you ain't got . . . Have you? Ros Paine, you ain't got thirty-five hundred to spare. Why, you told me yourself " "Shut up! Get up from that chair and come with me. Yes, you; and now, this minute. Give me that thing you've got in the drawer there. No, I'll take it myself.
Don't ask me why she changed her mind: I don't know. Nothin' you want to the store?" "No." "Say, Ros, you know what I think?" "Far be it from me to presume to guess your thoughts, Lute." "Well, I think this is a strange world and the strangest thing in it is a woman. You never can tell what they'll do ten minutes at a stretch. "All right, Lute. I'll hear the rest of the philosophy later."
"You think that's what he meant, do you?" "I know it." He put the glass on the floor beside him and laid a hand on my knee. "Ros," he said, "I don't know for sure what the Cap'n meant, though if he thinks you're either one of the two he's the fool. But I know you better, maybe, than you know yourself. At least I believe I know you better than any one else in the town."
As I reached the Corners and was passing the bank someone called my name. I glanced up and saw George Taylor descending the steps. "Hold on, Ros," he hailed. "Wait a minute. What's your rush? Hold on!" I halted reluctantly. "Fishing again, I see," he observed, as he reached my side. "Any luck?" "Fair," I told him. "What pond?" "Seabury's." "Go alone?" "Yes."
Legend says that the youth was caught by his foot in the stirrup when thrown, and was dragged by his runaway horse to the spot where the high altar was afterwards located. Sir Walter's sister married into the family of De Ros, among the ancestors of the Dukes of Rutland, and they were patrons of Kirkham until the dissolution of the monasteries.
I ain't saying anything, of course, but I'm on, all right." He winked again. I walked back to the cashier's window. Taylor had, evidently, seen me talking with the bookkeeper, for he was standing by the little gate, waiting for me. "Hello, Ros," he said. "Glad to see you. Come in." George Taylor was a type of smart country boy grown to manhood in the country.
"I bore the body into my own apartment: there, swift as thought, I stripped him of his turban, cammerbund, peijammahs, and papooshes, and, putting them on myself, determined to go forth and reconnoitre the enemy." Here I was obliged to stop, for Cabrera, Ros d'Eroles, and the rest of the staff, were sound asleep!
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