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Morel had a warm way of telling a story. He made one feel Taffy's cunning. "He's a brown 'un," he would answer, "an' not very high. Well, he comes i' th' stall wi' a rattle, an' then yo' 'ear 'im sneeze. "'Ello, Taff, you say, 'what art sneezin' for? Bin ta'ein' some snuff? "An' 'e sneezes again. Then he slives up an' shoves 'is 'ead on yer, that cadin'. "'What's want, Taff? yo' say."
"Right hold on for a moment!" Taffy's ankle pained him, but the wrench was not serious. The cliff shelved easily. He slid down, clutching at the tamarisk boughs which whipped his face. "Where are you? I can't see." "Here!" The voice was not a dozen yards away. "Swimming?" "No I've got a water-breaker can't hold on much longer." "I believe you can touch bottom there." "Hey? I can't hear."
I ought to observe, that, as it circulated chiefly in places where English was generally spoken, my ignorance of Welsh was of but little importance, especially as the foreman of the printing-office was a Cambrian, who could correct any errors I might make in Taffy's orthography, which, prodigal as it is of consonants and penurious of vowels, and, as it regards pronunciation, embarrassing to the last degree, might drive Elihu Burritt back to his smithy in an agony of despair.
"I can dance higher than mis'ess!" Farmer Joll looked on with a dazed face. "Hallelujah!" "Amen!" he said at intervals, quite mechanically. The pair stood under the bacon rack and began to whirl like dervishes hands clasped, toes together, bodies leaning back and almost rigid. They whirled until Taffy's brain whirled with them.
"But why is he painted like that?" he asked Joby, as they took up their song again. "Ah, you'll larn over to St. Ann's, being one to notice things." The nearer he came to it, the more mysterious this new home of Taffy's seemed to grow. By-and-by Humility let down the window and handed out a pasty. Joby searched under his seat and found a pasty, twice the size of Taffy's, in a nose-bag.
"Evens will do," said Sir Harry. The old man turned and rang the bell. "Tell Jim to fetch in the red cock," he shouted to the wall-eyed footman who must have been waiting in the corridor, so promptly he appeared. "And Jim won't be long about it either," whispered Honoria. She had come forward quietly, and stood at Taffy's elbow. Sir Harry shook a finger at her and laid it on his lips.
"No, I'll go for it instead, Annie." Phyllis jumped up, glad of an excuse to be alone. "Thank you, miss." Anne went downstairs, to assure Lucy that the chocolate would surely be there on time. "Too bad," Janet said, looking up from her paper. "We'll all go with you, Phyl." "Don't bother. The math is coming along so well with Taffy's help, keep on with it.
George lived somewhere beyond. And again it would be "George! George!" And when the happy mornings came, and George with them, Taffy was as shy as a lover. So George never guessed. It might have surprised that very careless young gentleman, when he looked up from his verbs which govern the dative, and caught Taffy's eye, could he have seen himself in his halo there.
For a minute two minutes they heard nothing more. Then out of the silence broke a rapid, muffled beat of hoofs, and Mr. Raymond clutched Taffy's arm as a yell a cry not human, or if human, insane ripped the night as you might rip linen, and fetched them to their feet.
Venning's health, and left, turning at the door and giving Humility a cheerful little nod. "Taffy, you ought not to have spoken so." Humility's eyes were tearful. Taffy's conscience was already accusing him. He snatched up his cap and ran out. "Miss Honoria!" She did not turn. "Miss Honoria I am sorry!" He overtook her, but she turned her face away. "Forgive me!"
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