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She arrived at Mrs. Thornycroft's time enough to find that admirable young matron busied in teaching to her eldest boy the grand mystery of dining; that is, dining like a Christian, seated at a real table with a real silver knife and fork.
His thoughts went back to the days when they rode and made love together the sunny days, before the clouds gathered. It was that past which glorified her all at once, not the present not Mr Thornycroft's money not the halo of elegance and consequence that again adorned her; he never suspected otherwise for a moment. And that was why he did not hesitate to book a passage to Australia that very day.
"Thar was a chain fastened to the block by a staple. The other end was fastened to the collar." "How heavy do you think that block was?" "About ten pound. I reckon." "Five," broke in Old Man Thornycroft with a sneer. Mr. Kirby turned to him. "You fetched it with you, didn't you? I told you to. It's evidence. Bob Kelley, go out to Mr. Thornycroft's buggy an' bring that block of wood into court."
Thornycroft's house, possibly from a liking to Emma's friendly manner, or because, cast astray for a fortnight on the wide desert of London, he had, like Agatha, "nothing to do." If Nathanael had other reasons, they, of course, never came near the surface, but lay buried under the silent waters of his quiet mind. Agatha was half pleased, half disappointed at seeing him. Mrs.
Thornycroft's spirited equestrian statue to the great pedestal and statue, in zinc, of her Majesty, crowned, in robes of State, with the sceptre in one hand and the orb in the other, modelled by Danton, which stood in the centre of the foreign nave.
Davy, hurrying home along the country road one cold winter afternoon, his mind intent on finishing his chores before dark, looked back after passing Old Man Thornycroft's house to find Buck trying to follow him trying to, because the old man, who hated to see anybody or anything but himself have his way, had chained a heavy block to him to keep him from doing what nature had intended him to do roam the woods and poke his long nose in every briar patch after rabbits.
Thornycroft's efforts to cheer up the dreariness of the group, it was a great relief to everybody when, at the earliest reasonable time, the bride's small party started, and were at length assembled under the dark arches of Bloomsbury Church darker than usual today, for the morning had gloomed over, and become close, hot, and thundery.
And Davy, looking down into those upraised, beseeching eyes, and at that heavy block of wood, and at the raw place the collar had worn on the neck, then at Old Man Thornycroft's bleak, unpainted house on the hill, with the unhomelike yard and the tumble-down fences, felt a great pity, the pity of the free for the imprisoned, and a great longing to own, not a dog, but this dog.
It was a plain case of affinity between Davy Allen and Old Man Thornycroft's hound dog Buck.
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