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You mark my words, Mr John, sir, if poor old Dunton dies, and Dan Barnett steps into his shoes, there'll be a wedding yonder." "Think so, Tummus?" said John Grange, with a forced smile.
By that evening one of the large stands was clear, all but a few flowers to keep it from looking blank, and late on the next afternoon Daniel Barnett encountered old Tummus. "Hullo, where are you going with that long barrow?" "Orchid-house, to fetch pots." "What for?" "Muster Grange wants me to help him make up a stand in the zervyturry." Daniel Barnett walked off muttering
"John Grange is as dead as a door-nail, and owd Jemmy Ellis knows it too; but he's scarred of his bairn hearing, and don't want the missus up at the house to think on it." "But we don't know that he is dead," said old Hannah. "Not for sewer," growled old Tummus, beginning to take off his heavy boots; "and we arn't sewer of a many things.
Ellis and old Tummus held the rope, not daring to let go and bring the piece of timber crashing down. Barnett alone was at liberty to move the ladder; and he stood staring up, as if paralysed by the danger and by the thought that the man above him was his rival, for whose sake he had been, only a few hours before, refused. But it was only a matter of seconds.
"Just you keep your spoon out o' the broth, mother," grumbled old Tummus, "I know what I'm about." "Well, what was it you were going to say?" asked the bailiff. "I were going to say as I wouldn't say nowt about it, and I won't, but that poor lad has either been made away wi " "Tut, tut, nonsense!"
P. from the old chair, off flies Tummus to change his clothes, and in an incredibly short space of time Sir John Hawbuck, my Lady Hawbuck, and Master Hugh Hawbuck are introduced into the garden with brazen effrontery by Thomas, who says, 'Please Sir Jan and my Lady to walk this year way: I KNOW Missus is in the rose-garden. And there, sure enough, she was!
'Tis plain Tummus." "You don't say so! Now I come to think of it, it suits you better than Jehu, for the Son of Nimshi drove furiously. Well, Tummus, I will not keep you long; this troublesome nose of mine, I dare say, will soon be satisfied." By this time he had slipped down from his seat, and was walking toward the throng.
"Lying, eh?" retorted old Tummus; "it's a lie then that you shoved they orchards off the shelf, I s'pose, and made believe it was poor John Grange. A lie, perhaps, as you laid the scythe for the poor blind man to walk on and cut hisself." "Yes, a lie," cried Barnett, turning white. "Then you tell it, for I see you do it, I did, and saved him from crippling hisself for life.
I'll let him know of it by and by not for a week or two yet." But John Grange, as he lay there, was feeling sure that the appointment would be given to Barnett, and he only sighed in a hopeless way, and felt that it was just. And just then he heard a step and pulled himself together. "Come in," he said, trying to speak cheerily. "No mistaking your fairy footsteps, Tummus.
Yes, I think so, Tummus," said the young man, turning to the dry, quaint old fellow who had spoken, and who now screwed up the bark on his face it more resembled that than skin showed three or four ancient, yellow teeth, and jerked his right thumb over his shoulder. "I say see that? Young Dan Barnett going courtin', and now having it out with Miss Mary's dad.
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