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Francis did not heed her words, but was so excited at beholding a face that she knew that she leaned forward as far as she could, calling loudly: "Edward! Edward Devereaux!" The youth looked up, but the girl was uncertain as to whether he saw her or not. Mrs. Shelton hurried forward at the sound of her voice.
And his eye caught Mr. "I've never had much to do with farmers," he said at last. "Have n't you? Lucky fellow! The most yes, quite the most trying portion of the human species next to daughters." "Well, sir, you can hardly expect me " began Shelton. "I don't oh, I don't! D 'you know, I really believe we're in for a ducking."
In a meadow close to the canal Shelton saw five magpies, and about five o'clock the rain began, a steady, coldly-sneering rain, which Crocker, looking at the sky, declared was going to be over in a minute. But it was not over in a minute; they were soon drenched. Shelton was tired, and it annoyed him very much that his companion, who was also tired, should grow more cheerful.
And look at this: they who have money run too great a risk of parting with it if they don't accuse the penniless of being rogues and imbeciles." Shelton was startled, and not only by an outburst of philosophy from an utter stranger in poor clothes, but at this singular wording of his own private thoughts.
Shelton noticed his absent manner, as they smoked their last cigar before going to bed. "Counting up the losses, Adrien?" he asked casually. Adrien started at the question, and smiled. "Not I," he said, "I leave that to Jasper I call him my walking account-book.
Resting his tired feet in turn, he looked like overwork personified, and when he moved, each limb accused the sordid smartness of the walls. In the far corner sat a lady eating, and, mirrored opposite, her feathered hat, her short, round face, its coat of powder, and dark eyes, gave Shelton a shiver of disgust. His companion's gaze rested long and subtly on her.
Her face as she came down the stairs was impassive, gay, with a furtive trouble in the eyes, and once more Shelton had the odd sensation of having sinned against his manhood. Jammed close to him was her old nurse, whose puffy, yellow face was pouting with emotion, while tears rolled from her eyes. She was trying to say something, but in the hubbub her farewell was lost.
A perfume of flowers and dresses fought with the natural odour of the church; the rustle of whisperings and skirts struck through the native silence of the aisles, and Shelton idly fixed his eyes on a lady in the pew in front; without in the least desiring to make a speculation of this sort, he wondered whether her face was as charming as the lines of her back in their delicate, skin-tight setting of pearl grey; his glance wandered to the chancel with its stacks of flowers, to the grave, business faces of the presiding priests, till the organ began rolling out the wedding march.
And indeed, at that very moment, a messenger came across the court to summon Dick into the presence of Sir Daniel. Sir Daniel was in the hall; there he paced angrily before the fire, awaiting Dick's arrival. None was by except Sir Oliver, and he sat discreetly backward, thumbing and muttering over his breviary. "Y' have sent for me, Sir Daniel?" said young Shelton.
But come forth out of your hiding. Here be none to trouble you." "Nay, good boy, I have no arms, nor skill to use them if I had," replied the other, stepping forth upon the pathway. "Why call me 'boy'?" cried Dick. "Y' are not, I trow, the elder of us twain." "Good Master Shelton," said the other, "prithee forgive me. I have none the least intention to offend.
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