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Here the old woman came forward, and, by signs, managed to inquire whether he had brought her "the tea." Steve drew a packet from his pocket, saying, softly: "Yes, mother, when I was in Spicer's store I saw this lying with other things on the counter, and, remembering you, quietly put it into my pocket." The old crone's eyes danced.
"Nobody hain't got no license," retorted the younger man in the quiet of cold anger, "ter tell Sally nothin' thet'll fret her." "She air bound ter know, hit all pretty soon. Them dawgs " "Didn't I tell ye ter shet up?" Samson clenched his fists, and took a step forward. "Ef ye opens yore mouth again, I'm a-goin' ter smash hit. Now, git!" Tamarack Spicer's face blackened, and his teeth showed.
He was now able to listen to Anderson, and he did so. I shall not trouble the reader with repeating what Anderson imparted to me, as I can give him an idea of Spicer's feelings by what passed between us. "Tom," said he, "I have led a very wicked life, so wicked, that I hate to think of it, and I hate myself.
'Why, when I got her at old Spicer's sale for twenty-two and sixpence, Poulter was beside himself at my luck, and said she was worth double that any day, and he would give it me if I got tired of her. Now, if I'd only known yesterday, I could have done it myself, but I can't go, and I can't write but if you could but send or take it to Poulter, and get the money for me!
"That was Tom with you wasn't it?" asked Mr. Spicer, as he stopped the foaming horse. "Yes, sir; but he told me you had consented that he should go with me," replied Bobby, a little disturbed by the angry glance of Mr. Spicer's fiery eyes. "He lied! the young villain! He will catch it for this." "I would not have let him come with me only for that.
Spicer's account, he ran round to the back of the garden and tried the door; but it was locked as usual. He strained to peer over the garden wall, but could discover nothing that threw light on his friend's fate; he noticed, however, a great grove of dead, brown artichoke stems, seven or eight feet high. Looking up at the back windows, he shouted Mr. Spicer's name; it was useless.
If the house were mine, I should do the same. What's the good of owning a house, and making no use of it? Great was Mr. Spicer's satisfaction. 'See what it is, sir, he exclaimed, 'to have to do with a literary man! You are large-minded, sir; you see things from an intellectual point of view. I can't tell you how it gratifies me, sir, to have made your acquaintance. Let us go into the back room.
It was Samson as he was whom she adored. Any alteration was to be distrusted. Still, Lescott set out one afternoon on his doubtful mission. He was more versed in mountain ways than he had been. His own ears could now distinguish between the bell that hung at the neck of Sally's brindle heifer and those of old Spicer's cows.
Spicer fetched from the cupboard his concertina, and after the usual apology for what he called his 'imperfect mastery of the instrument, sat down to play 'Home, Sweet Home. He had played it for years, and evidently would never improve in his execution. After 'Home, Sweet Home' came 'The Bluebells of Scotland, after that 'Annie Laurie'; and Mr. Spicer's repertory was at an end.
Spicer's manager invited him to go shooting, and casually remarked "we shall pass the spot where I found those orchids they're making such a fuss about at home." Be sure Mr. Forstermann was alert that morning!
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