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And, as he spoke, he pushed the Rector's letter across the table, with his fingers upon the name ABEL LAKE, WINDMILLER. His client always spoke stiffly, which made the effort with which he now spoke less noticed by the lawyer. "I should like to be certain," he said. "I mean, that there is no exaggeration or mistake."
So well did he manage this, that a marked improvement in the tidiness of the round-house drew some praise from his master. "Thee'll be a sprack man yet, Gearge," said the windmiller, encouragingly. "Thee takes the broom into the corners now." "So I do," said George, unblushingly, "so I do. But lor, Master Lake, what a man you be to notice un!"
Then he took out a watch of what would now be called the old turnip shape, and said impatiently to the miller, "Our time is short, my good man." "To be sure, sir," said the windmiller. "Missus! a word with you here." And he led the way into the round-house, where his wife followed, wondering.
But when the miller ran out, no one was to be seen. This shock seemed to give a last jar to the frail state of Mrs. Lake's health, and the sleep into which she fell that night passed into a state of insensibility in which her sorely tried spirit was released without pain. It was said that the windmiller looked twice his age from trouble.
But, for that matter, Master Lake's disposition was not one which permitted him to profit by the best qualities of those connected with him. He was a bit of a tyrant, and more than one man, six times as clever, and ten times as hard-working as George, had gone when George would have stayed, from crossing words with the windmiller.
And both the boys had new shoes to follow in, she would have it they should follow" And so on, and so on, the windmiller ran up the list of his petty debts, and saw his way to paying them. Then he put the money back into the sample bag, and folded it very neatly, and stowed it away. And then he drew near the inner door, and peeped into the room.
For another sign of his being a true child of the mill, his nurse Abel anxiously watched. Though Abel preferred nursing to pig-minding, he had a higher ambition yet, which was to begin his career as a windmiller. It was not likely that he could be of use to his father for a year or two, and the fact that he was of very great use to his mother naturally tended to delay his promotion to the mill.
The windmiller, in his amazement, could not even find a proverb for the occasion, whilst Abel hung about the door of the Heart of Oak, as if he had been the most confirmed toper, saying to all incomers, "Have 'ee seen the new sign, sir? 'Twas our Jan did un."
Many a sack of grist, which should have come to him had gone down to the watermill in the valley before the new sails were at work; and the huge debt incurred to pay for them was not fairly wiped out yet. That catastrophe had kept the windmiller a poor man for five years, and it gave him a nervous dread of storms. And talking of storms, here was another unreasonable thing.
His wife's health is completely broken up" At this point Mr. Ford dropped the paper, and, unlocking a drawer beside him, referred to some memoranda, after which he cut out the Rector's letter with a large pair of office scissors, and enclosed it in one which he wrote before proceeding to any other business. He had underlined one name in the doleful list, ABEL LAKE, WINDMILLER.
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