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"Theer's a look of summat stirrin' i' the place, gaffer," said Snac to one ancient of the village. "Why, yis, Mr. Eld, theer is that sort of a air about the pläas to-day," the old fellow answered, with a fine unconsciousness. "But then theer mostly is a bit of a crowd round our town pump." The crowd about the town pump consisted of one slatternly small girl and a puppy.
"This here Rachel Blythe as has come back to the parish has come to a reconciling with your uncle, as was a by-gone flame of hern; and her tells my mother as it's thee and thy bride as browt that to pass." "True enough," Reuben allowed; "but still I don't see " "An' niver will see," said Snac, "till thee lettest me tell thee.
"Why, Snac," cried Reuben, "it's none of my doing." "Well," Snac allowed, "it'd be hard upon a man to mek him answerable for all the doin's of his wife's mother's second cousin. But if it had been a man as had ha' done it, I'd ha' had a try to punch his head for him. I should ha' took a trial trip at you yourself, Mr. Gold, for all so big and all so handy as you be."
"So," said young Sennacherib, "thee beest goin' to enter into the bounds of 'oly matterymony?" Reuben laughed, and nodded an affirmative. "Well, theest done a very pretty thing for me amongst you." "For you?" said Reuben. "How?" "Why this way," said Snac, bending his knees to make the tight embraces of his cords endurable. "Thee wast by when my feyther gi'en me the farewell shillin'. Very well.
"A most commendable and Christian resolution," said Rachel, decisively. "Very nice and kind of you to say so, mum," Snac answered, setting his hat a little more on one side, and bending both knees with a rakish swagger. "You can tell the governor as I called, mother. The pony's as genuine a bit of blood as is to be found in Heydon Hay.
Who'd think as I'd iver stood again all comers for miles and miles around for the ten-score yards? I did though!" "Didst?" cried Snac. "Then tek a shillin' and get a drop o' good stuff wi' it, an' warm up that old gizzard o' thine wi' thinkin' o' thy younger days." And away he swaggered, carrying his shilling's worth with him in the commendations of the rustic circle.
As he could not walk without pain he took his seat in a slat-bottomed chair by the side of the hearth, and Aunt Debby, knitting in hand, occupied a low rocker nearly opposite. "Where's Mr. Fortner?" asked Harry. "Jim got up, arly, an' arter eatin' a snac said he'd go out an' take a look around mebbe he mout go ez fur ez the Ford."
"As far as it goes, Joseph," replied the jocular Snac, "it's noble, to be sure." Joseph became critical again, but again at the sight of the gold-laced waistcoat his doubts vanished. "But surely, surely, Joseph, he should ha' gi'en you a pair o' them high collars as he wears, and a cravat, to go along with a get out like that." "He might ha' done that, to be sure," said Joseph, tentatively.
At this moment Reuben Gold came swinging along the road with a green baize bag under his arm. He was on his way to his uncle's house, and, unobserved of Snac, took a place on the causeway to see what might be the reason of this unusual gathering. "Now," said Snac, "I never thought as Lord Barfield 'ud be so mean as to do things in that half-an'-half manner.
"He's the spit of what his uncle was," said the aged rustic. "When he was a lad he was the best cudgel-player, the best man of his hands, and the prettiest man of his feet from here to Castle Barfield." "He's fell off of late 'ears, then," said Snac. "Ah!" quavered the old fellow, "it's time as is too many for the best on us, Mr. Eld.
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