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"'Tis a noble beast, sir a noble beast," the farmer said; and he would probably have gone on to state what ideal animal had been constructed by his lavish imagination had not a man come running up at this moment, breathless and almost speechless. "Rosewarne," stammered Mr. Roscorla, "a a word with you! I want to say "
Don't you let old Lewis lug you into any of his companies: you understand?" "There's not much fear of that," Mr. Roscorla said with a laugh. "I haven't a brass farthing to invest." "All you West Indians say that: however, so much the better. And there's old Stratford, too: he's got some infernal India rubber patent.
"I know everything about it, and I can see that my sister is miserable: that is sufficient reason for my interference. Mr. Roscorla, you won't ask her to marry you?" Had the proud and passionate Mabyn condescended to make an appeal to her ancient enemy? At last she raised her eyes, and they seemed to plead for mercy. "Come, come," he said, roughly: "I've had enough of all this sham beseeching.
"Oh, I hope that is so!" she cried suddenly with a pathetic earnestness of appeal. "It is so good of you, so generous of you to speak like that!" For the first time she ventured to raise her eyes to his face. They were full of gratitude. Mr. Roscorla complimented himself on his knowledge of women: a younger man would have flown into a fury. "Oh dear, yes!
The difference between these is purely one of time, so that Joe Roscorla, learning the suddenness of the attack, judged it forthwith a case of "seizure," and had so reported. My poor aunt was dead; and until now we had never known how we loved her.
"Yes, there must be an end of it," Wenna said with decision "not for myself alone, but for others. That is all the reparation I can make now. No girl in all this country has ever acted so badly as I have done: just look at the misery I have caused; but now " "There is one who is miserable because he loves you," Mabyn said. "Do you think that Mr. Roscorla has no feelings? You are so unjust to him!
It was, on the whole, a delightful evening, this first evening of his return to club-life; and then it was so convenient to go up stairs to bed instead of having to walk from the inn of Eglosilyan to Basset Cottage. Just before leaving, the old general took Roscorla aside, and said to him, "Monstrous amusing fellows, eh?" "Very." "Just a word.
If the doctors were to let the sickly ones die, we might be losing all sorts of great poets and statesmen and philosophers." The old lady turned on him: "And do you think a man has to be sickly to be clever? No, no, Mr. Roscorla: give him better health and you give him a better head. That's what we believed in the old days.
Something they carried among them, and continually stooped over; but what it was I could not see. Their pace was very slow, but they turned into the arch and were disappearing, when I caught sight of the uncouth little figure of Joe Roscorla among the last, and ran forward, hailing him by name.
Yours sincerely, Dear Mr. Trelyon: How could you do such a thing? Why, to give Wenna, of all people in the world, an emerald ring, just after I had got Mr. Roscorla to give her one, for bad luck to himself! Why, how could you do it? I don't know what to say about it, unless you demand it back, and send her one with sapphires in it at once. Yours, M.R. P.S. As quick as ever you can."
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