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There have now been ten thousand acres planted: a nursery for young trees has been established, and about seven hundred acres are annually planted, the young oaks being set out between Scotch firs, whose more rapid growth protects the saplings from the gales, and when they are able to stand alone the firs are thinned out. About four miles north of Lyndhurst and beyond Minstead is Rufus's Stone.
But it is very steep, and it passes Rufus's cottage," she murmured. "What of it?" he said indifferently. "I'm sure he sleeps like a log." She turned from the subject. "Besides, you must have moonlight for your picture. And the moon won't last." "My picture!" He pressed her suddenly closer. "Do you know what my picture is going to be?" "Tell me!" she whispered.
His mother, relieved by his returned complacence, became voluble with reassurances; and Geraldine, seeing that Rufus's hand was approaching her arm, hastily slid into her chair and he took the opposite place. "Didn't I tell you we'd make up for the lunch that great porpoise cheated us out of yesterday?" he said in high good-humor.
"Truly," said Brilliana, thoughtfully, "it is hard luck for him just after his first battle. But 'twill be soon mended. They will exchange him." Even as she spoke she seemed surprised at the gloomy look that reigned on Rufus's face. His tone was as gloomy as his face as he said, "He was wearing the orange scarf of Essex." "What then?"
Randolph Harby dropped into a chair and chuckled. "No wonder you stare as if you faced a spectre. But I'm flesh and blood, lad." Rufus, trying to collect himself against this staggering blow, again raised a warning hand. "For Heaven's sake speak lower! The King is asleep yonder. How do you come here?" Randolph leaned over and whispered, giggling, into Sir Rufus's ear.
Westcott laughed and accepted, but the hat was not replaced upon his smooth, dark head until the sleigh had gone on. "Subjects always keep uncovered before their queen," whispered Ruth in Uncle Rufus's ear, and he laughed and nodded. "Times have changed since I was a young man," said he.
Rufus saw instantly how well intrenched their enemy lay; it would be hard for any sword to reach him across that width of oak, and even push of pike, when delivered by such loutish fingers as now governed those weapons, might easily be parried by a swordsman so skilful as he guessed Evander to be. But there was no generosity towards a brave adversary in Rufus's action.
The fire in the parlor don't burn more than a half cord of wood on a Sunday, and you can come over Saturday afternoon and cut it against the Sabbath, with a welcome to any one of the spare rooms and a slab of Rufus's spare rib and a couple of both breakfast and supper muffins."
Their friends were not meeting to bewail Sir Rufus's death; that took place months ago; but to welcome his, Sir Edmund's, return, and his entrance on his inheritance. Sir Edmund a sunny-tempered, yielding man, the very opposite in spirit to his dead father, to his live aunt conceded the point; doing it with all the better grace, perhaps, that there was now no help for it.
His eyes were upon the dazzling glory of the newly risen sun as he threw the question. Rufus's massive head and shoulders were strongly outlined against it. He had ceased to row, but the boat still shot forward, impelled by the last powerful sweep of the oars, the water streaming past in a rush of foam. Slowly, like the hammer-strokes of a deep-toned bell, came Rufus's voice in answer.
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