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"How would you apply this?" he asked, mildly indulgent. "To the question of each hour as it comes. What, for instance, is the right way to act to Alec Trenholme?" When she came to his name for some reason she left her standing-place, and they were now walking on side by side. "Well, Sophia, you bring an instance, and you say, 'put it practically. I will do so.
For the most part the people had too much to do, and were too intent upon their own business, to take much trouble to retail what they chanced to hear; but there are some things which, as the facetious man observed, the dead in their graves would gossip about if they could; and one of these themes, according to him, was that Principal Trenholme believed there had been something supernatural about the previous life of the old preacher.
Trenholme said that he was willing to do the work Bates had wanted a man for, at the same wages. "It's rough work for a gentlemany young man like you." Trenholme's face twitched with a peculiar smile. "I can handle an axe. I can learn to fell trees." Trenholme laughed. This reception was slightly different from what he had anticipated.
"We sink," said Turrif, with his deliberate smile, "it will be best; for if you have not been wandering in your mind, some one else's body has been wandering." Trenholme went back to his station in the not unpleasant company of two sturdy farmers, one young and vivacious, the other old and slow. They found the place just as he had left it.
Trenholme, trying to persuade himself that his brooding gaze rested on the Elizabethan roofs and gables rising above the trees because of some rarely spiritual quality in the atmosphere, suddenly awoke to the fact that the hour was eleven.
Trenholme felt it with his thumb and fingers. "It's perfectly loose," he cried. "It's only got a few nails in the lid. You ought to have put in screws, you know." "Yes, but we hadn't got any; we had used the last screws we had for the hinge of a door. I'm going to buy some to put in at St. Hennon's. Good-day."
Thus Trenholme had walked across the fields, into these groves but now, as he sat by the river, all that, for the time, had passed away, except as some indistinct memory of it maddened him. His heart was full of rage against his brother, rage too against the woman he loved; and with this rage warred most bitterly a self-loathing because he knew that his anger against them was unjust.
He had just emerged from the trees when a gruff voice hailed him. "Hi!" it cried. "Who're you, an' what are you doin' here!" A man, carrying a shotgun and accompanied by a dog, strode up with determined air. Trenholme explained civilly, since the keeper was clearly within his rights. Moreover, the stranger was so patently a gentleman that Velveteens adopted a less imperative tone.
John Trenholme is now a war-worn major in the Gunners, and Sylvia has only recently returned to her home nest after four years' service with the Red Cross in France. But these things came later. One evening in the Autumn, Winter and Furneaux took Sheldon over to Roxton and dined with Dr. Stern and Tomlinson at the White Horse.
It rather surprised him that the lean old woman should have been purchasing new apparel there, but there was nothing to be done but tell the boy to put out the contents of the box and be gone. Accordingly, upon a large chair the boy laid a white gown of delicate material, and went away. Trenholme stood contemplating the gown; he even touched it lightly with his hand, so surprised he was.
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