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The heart has nuthin' to do with that." "Business be blowed! It's vile meanness, that's what it is! And will you help him out with such work?" "It's bizness agin, Steve. I've got to live, an' keep the missus an' kiddies. What else is there fer a feller to do?" "But why is Farrington taking the cow in the winter time, Pete? Why doesn't he wait until the summer, and give the Stickles a chance?"
For the ball had cut along my temple, just above the eyebrow; and being fired so near at hand, the powder too had scarred me. Therefore it seemed a great deal worse than it really was; and the sponging, and the plastering, and the sobbing, and the moaning, made me quite ashamed to look Master Stickles in the face.
"Ha!" cried Jeremy Stickles, laughing at the redness of my face "Lorna, saidst thou; now what Lorna? Is it the name of a maiden, or a light-o'-love?"
"Ha, ha!" cried the old man, laughing until his eyes ran over, and spreading out his skinny hands upon his shining breeches, "thou hast gone the same fools' track as the rest; even as spy Stickles went, and all his precious troopers. Landing of arms at Glenthorne, and Lynmouth, wagons escorted across the moor, sounds of metal and booming noises!
Therein I found addressed to Colonel Jeremiah Stickles, in Lizzie's best handwriting, half a side of the dried deer's flesh, in which he rejoiced so greatly. Also, for Lorna, a fine green goose, with a little salt towards the tail, and new-laid eggs inside it, as well as a bottle of brandied cherries, and seven, or it may have been eight pounds of fresh homemade butter.
It will go ill with all of you to make good this loss, as I fear that you will have to do." "What!" cried I, with my blood running cold. "We make good the loss, Master Stickles! Every farthing we have in the world, and the labour of our lives to boot, will never make good the tenth of it."
I may be there, however, if I can get through in time. But I must be off now; Tony's waiting for me." At these last words Farrington started, and an expression of concern swept over his face. He leaned anxiously forward and looked intently at Stephen. "Did ye say that Tony Stickles is out thar?" "Yes. He has just arrived." "Why, w what's he back so soon fer?" "Special business, so he tells me.
Westmore entered the room and grasped the sick man's white, outstretched hand. "God bless ye, sir," exclaimed Mr. Stickles, "fer what ye hev done fer me an' mine to-day. It ain't the first time by a long chalk. The Lord will reward ye, even if I can't." "Tut, tut, man, don't mention it," Mr. Westmore replied as he took a seat by the bed. "And how are you feeling to-day, Mr. Stickles?"
Then he drew from his pocket a small package wrapped in white tissue paper tied with a piece of pink ribbon, and held it up before the wondering eyes of the little Stickles. "From Nellie," he remarked. "Candy she made herself for the one who can best say the verses on the Christian Year she gave you to learn some time ago. Now, who can say them all through without one mistake?"
Run to the house and fetch Master Stickles, and all the men; while I stay here, and watch the rick-yard. Perhaps I was wrong in heeding the ricks at such a time as that; especially as only the clover was of much importance. But it seemed to me like a sort of triumph that they should be even able to boast of having fired our mow-yard.
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