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The hotel-keeper himself had left his place standing wide open and went out. We didn't get any breakfast neither. "Danny," says the doctor, "we'll just put enough money to pay the bill in an envelope on the register here, and strike out on shank's ponies. It's only nine or ten miles to the railroad we'll walk." "But how about our stuff?" I asts him.
The old woman had kept her keenness of vision and, though Barbara tried to avoid her, the little ex-maid stopped her and asked scornfully: "Here in Ratisbon again, sweetheart? How fresh you look after your severe illness! yet you're still on shank's mare, instead of in the gold coach drawn by white horses." Barbara abruptly turned her back upon her and went home.
Jane Pengelly said this timidly, wiping her eyes carefully, with each corner of her apron in turn; for, she well knew her brother's horror of the railway, and all conveyances indeed, he disliked any mode of land travelling, save on foot, or "on Shank's mare," as he called it, which was the plan he invariably adopted for reaching such places which he could not get to by water.
Even by coach the best parts of the scenery are unseen. "Shank's naig" is the best of all methods, provided you have time. I had still some days to spare before the conclusion of my holiday. I therefore desired to see some of the beautiful scenery and objects of antiquarian interest before returning to work. I made my way across country to Kenilworth.
"Well, auntie," said Mel, forgetful of her late repentance, "I don't see but you'll have to go with Shank's mare." Even Aunt Pen laughed then. "Don't you really think you are going to lose me, girls?" asked she. "No, auntie," replied Maria. "We all think you are a hypo." "A hypo?" "Not a hypocrite," said Mel, "but a hypochondriac." "I wish I were," sighed Aunt Pen; "I wish I were.
Grown quite pretty?" "Indeed she is and as good as she's pretty," returned Mrs Brooke, with a furtive glance at her son. "She broke down when talking about Shank to-day, and I declare she looked quite beautiful! Evidently Shank's condition weighs heavily on her mind." "Can you wonder, Charlie?" "Of course not.
When you come again bring him in; I'll not scold him if he speaks civilly to me, and doesn't attempt to play me tricks." "He'll not play you tricks, and I'm sure that he'll speak properly to you," answered Mary, considerably mollified by Mr Shank's last remark. She was glad, however, that Ned was not in sight, as she still somewhat mistrusted the old man.
Charlie Brooke's love for his old school-fellow and playmate seemed to become a new passion, now that the wreck of life and limb presented by Shank had awakened within him the sensation of profound pity. And Shank's admiration for and devotion to Charlie increased tenfold now that the terrible barrier of self had been so greatly eliminated from his own nature, and a new spirit put within him.
He has been used to using Shank's Mare in France when he wanted to go anywhere, and so now he sets off quietly, with his long, swinging soldier's stride. As he walks along he is among scenes familiar to him since his boyhood. You house, you barn, yon wooded rise against the sky are landmarks for him. And he is pretty sure to meet old friends.
The old woman had kept her keenness of vision and, though Barbara tried to avoid her, the little ex-maid stopped her and asked scornfully: "Here in Ratisbon again, sweetheart? How fresh you look after your severe illness! yet you're still on shank's mare, instead of in the gold coach drawn by white horses." Barbara abruptly turned her back upon her and went home.
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