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There must have been something touching in the child's voice, or in this description of his solitude for the Captain looked at him very good-naturedly, and the trooper, called Steele, put his hand kindly on the lad's head, and said some words in the Latin tongue. "What does he say?" says the lawyer. "Faith, ask Dick himself," cried Captain Westbury.
The Devonian knew nothing of Westbury, but was speedily informed that it lay about ten miles along his own route, and was, in fact, almost at the eastern verge of the forest itself. The sailor expressed his joy at this news in a practical manner; he insisted on paying the reckoning for bed and breakfast. The little man made a show of protest, but submitted amicably enough.
He was not discontented with his lot his lot being Sally Winthrop, her millions, and her estate of three hundred acres near Westbury. Nor was he still longing for Aline. It was only that his vanity was flattered by the recollection that one of the young women most beloved by the public had once loved him.
She was a noble worker, I will say that. But there was another side to Mis' Cow a side which Westbury forgot to mention. Mis' Cow was an acrobat. When she had been on bran mash and clover for a few weeks she showed a decided tendency to be gay to caper and kick up her heels to break away into the woods or down the road, if one was not watching.
"Seems to me that one's just a leetle bit musty," he said. "Now, Nat, it's your turn," said Westbury. Whereupon old Nat, gravely and after due preparation, took a long whiff of first one barrel, then a still longer one of the other barrel. "Seems to me it's t'other one that's a leetle trifle musty," he said. W. C. Westbury took two short business-like whiffs at each bung.
His body lies just without the east window and the grave is thus described by Lord Houghton: A basket-work where bars are bent, Iron in place of osier; And shapes above that represent A mitre and a crosier. Again we have been tempted too far afield and must return to the eastern road out of Westbury that follows the Great Western Railway to Bratton, not far from Edington station.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen! before the servants?" cry out Colonel Westbury and my Lord Warwick in a breath. The drawers go out of the room hastily. They tell the people below of the quarrel up stairs. "Enough has been said," says Colonel Westbury. "Will your lordships meet to-morrow morning?" "Will my Lord Castlewood withdraw his words?" asks the Earl of Warwick.
Holt said they were sermons," Harry said, "and bade me to burn them;" which indeed was true of those papers. "Sermons indeed it's treason, I would lay a wager," cries the lawyer. "Egad! it's Greek to me," says Captain Westbury. "Can you read it, little boy?" "Yes, sir, a little," Harry said. "Then read, and read in English, sir, on your peril," said the lawyer. And Harry began to translate:
Bishop of W. for printing and circulation; and I enclose in this a letter which I have had from Lord Westbury, which is in accordance with the judgement as it stands, but which it would perhaps be best to put in print and circulate along with the judgement.
I'd like to find out where you were a-visitin'. And you've never heard tell of the Brice homestead, at Westbury, that was Colonel Wilton Brice's, who fought in the Revolution? I'm astonished at you, Mirandy. When I used to be at the Dales', in Mount Vernon Street, in thirty-seven, Mrs. Charles Atterbury Brice used to come there in her carriage, a-callin'. She was Appleton's mother. Severe!
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