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Let me lean on you until we get to the chairs." "Bosh! I can skate for an hour without sitting down," said Jane. However, she helped Agatha to a chair and left her. Then Smilash, as if desiring a rest also, sat down close by on the margin of the pond. "Well," he said, without troubling himself as to whether their conversation attracted attention or not, "what do you think of me now?"
"Sir," cried Mr. Jansenius suddenly, "will you hold up your head and look me in the face?" Smilash did so, and immediately started theatrically, exclaiming, "Whom do I see?" "You would hardly believe it," he continued, addressing the company at large, "but I am well beknown to this honorable gentleman.
There was much in her nature, she felt, that did not find expression in her popular representation of the soldier in the chimney. By three o'clock the local visitors had arrived, and tennis was proceeding in four courts, rolled and prepared by Smilash. The two curates were there, with a few lay gentlemen. Mrs.
Come to me for a moment. I I am not well." Ward hurried to her side. Smilash, after staring at her for a moment in astonishment, and in some concern, skimmed away into the crowd. When he reached the opposite bank he took off his skates and asked Jane, who strayed intentionally in his direction, to tell Miss Wylie that he was gone, and would skate no more there.
Smilash took the card and read it at a glance. He then went into the chalet. Reappearing presently in a sou'wester and oilskins, he ran off through the rain and vaulted over the gate with ridiculous elegance. No sooner had he vanished than, as often happens to remarkable men, he became the subject of conversation. "A decent workman," said Josephs. "A well-mannered man, considering his class."
Miss Wilson now set down the man as one of those keen, half-witted country fellows, contemptuously styled originals, who unintentionally make themselves popular by flattering the sense of sanity in those whose faculties are better adapted to circumstances. "You have a bad memory, Mr. Smilash," she said good-humoredly. "You never give the same account of yourself twice."
"I am not quite sure that you will enjoy it as it deserves," he added, and darted off again, after casting an eloquent glance at Miss Carpenter. Agatha disengaged herself from her companion, made a circuit, and passed near Smilash, saying: "What is it?" Smilash flitted away like a swallow, traced several circles around Fairholme, and then returned to Agatha and proceeded side by side with her.
Anyone may send a telegram in a false name. Perhaps it's a plant. Let's hope for your sakes that some little accident on the railway, for instance may happen yet." Miss Wilson turned upon him, glad to find someone with whom she might justly be angry. "You had better go about your business," she said. "And don't let me see you here again." "This is 'ard," said Smilash plaintively.
As the girls grew warm and accustomed to the exercise they laughed, jested, screamed recklessly when they came into collision, and sailed before the wind down the whole length of the pond at perilous speed. The more animated they became, the gloomier looked Smilash.
At the chalet, Smilash, indifferent to the price of coals, kept up a roaring fire that glowed through the uncurtained windows, and tantalized the chilled wayfarer who did not happen to know, as the herdsmen of the neighborhood did, that he was welcome to enter and warm himself without risk of rebuff from the tenant. Smilash was in high spirits.
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