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I shot out and went for the doctor's house, but they told me he'd gone away in the night some time or other, and warn't back yet. Well, thinks I, that looks powerful bad for Tom, and I'll dig out for the island right off. So away I shoved, and turned the corner, and nearly rammed my head into Uncle Silas's stomach! He says: "Why, TOM! Where you been all this time, you rascal?"
Your only pastime will be to smoke some very vile tobacco in the black stump of a pipe." "Pray, spare me!" cried I. "But the pipe is not Silas's only mode of solacing himself with the weed." "Your literature," continued Zenobia, apparently delighted with her description, "will be the 'Farmer's Almanac; for I observe our friend Foster never gets so far as the newspaper.
A proud man was dandy Silas as he helped her to her place, and going to the other side, got in and took the ribbands. Many were the glances that shot from the two edges of the road at the unknown beauty whom Silas drove by his side, and obsequious were the bows of Silas's friends as they passed.
"But I have no toach, Dodmother." "Behold it!" and Nan waved her wand with such a flourish, that she nearly knocked off the crown of the Princess. Then appeared the grand triumph of the piece. First, a rope was seen to flap on the floor, to tighten with a twitch as Emil's voice was heard to say, "Heave, ahoy!" and Silas's gruff one to reply, "Stiddy, now, stiddy!"
It was at this point in their history that Silas's cataleptic fit occurred during the prayer-meeting; and amidst the various queries and expressions of interest addressed to him by his fellow-members, William's suggestion alone jarred with the general sympathy towards a brother thus singled out for special dealings.
Curious thing how one body'll have a thing an' another won't, an' can't seem t' get it, even when he wants it an' tries. Now you couldn't make nothin' but jest plain farmer out of me, no matter what you done t' me." "Do you think they'll give her the school?" John asked. Silas's laugh made the young man uncomfortable. He had intended to avoid the necessity for it, but had forgotten himself.
But he was old Silas's grandson, and he might have battered the rude red earthenware to pieces a whole stack one by one, and the squire would have said little or nothing. It was only that he would not spare one to a labourer of Lord Cumnor's. No! not one. Old Silas lay in a sort of closet, opening out of the family living- room.
When the trunk had been carried into the front bedroom, Herbert descended for the other things, including his own luggage; and Alice took off her hat and jacket and calmly laid them on Silas's ample bed, gazed into all Silas's cupboards and wardrobes that were not locked, patted her hair in front of Silas's looking-glass, and dropped a hairpin on Silas's floor.
"So I learn," Smith responded. "Don't be saturnine," the girl rejoined. "Seriously, though, while I've enjoyed Uncle's Silas's society, I don't believe this idleness is good for him. In fact, I'm rather worried about him I think having nothing to do makes him despondent, for it makes him feel as though his day's work was over. And there's no reason why it should be.
The suspicion, whatever it is dies with him, and what could poor dear Austin prove by his will but what everybody knew quite well before his own strong belief in Silas's innocence? What an awful storm! The room trembles. Don't you like the sound? What they used to call 'wolving' in the old organ at Dorminster!
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