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Bouncing. Mr. Bouncing had suddenly retired. He had a bedroom on the other side of Winn's, and a sitting-room connected it with his wife's; but Mrs. Bouncing failed increasingly to take much advantage of this connection. Her theory was that, once you were in bed, you were better left alone. Mr.
"Well, I'm sure it's very kind of you. All the Staines have tempers, but Winn's is quite the worst. I don't want to exaggerate, but I really don't think you could match it in this world. He generally keeps it, too! He was a nasty, murderous, little boy. I assure you I've often beaten him till he was black and blue and never got a word out of him." Mrs. Fanshawe looked horrified.
They talked in hushed voices, and Sabella related how the man from whom her uncle purchased Winn's canoe had told her that she reminded him of his own little daughter, who lived so far away that she didn't even know where her father was. "He loves her dearly, though," added Sabella.
They were kind, curt people who looked at Estelle rather hard, and asked her absurd questions about Winn's regiment, Sir Peter's ships, and her baby. They had no general ideas, but however difficult they were to talk to, Estelle knew they were the right people to meet she had seen their names in magazines.
They conversed confidentially, they used each other's Christian names, but she was left with the sensation of having come up against an invisible barrier. There was no impact, and there was no curtness; there was simply empty space. She was not even sure that Lionel would have liked her at all if she hadn't been Winn's wife. As it was, he certainly wanted her friendship and took pains to win it.
To Winn it seemed as though nothing could be more perfect or inviting, and he longed for the time when it should be his temporary home. For a whole month after the raft was finished, loaded, and ready to set forth on its uncertain voyage, it remained hard and fast aground where it was built. To Winn's impatience it seemed as though high-water never would come.
"You did not act solely, I presume, from an idea of thwarting my suggestions?" Winn's eyes moved away from the gimlets opposite them. "I found time dragging on my hands, rather," he explained a trifle lamely. "Ah," said Dr. Gurnet, "you should have done what I told you you should have flirted; then you wouldn't have found time hanging on your hands." Winn held his peace. He thought Dr.
The most interesting stories, and those throwing the most light on the situation, were Winn's and Sabella's. At first they were all puzzled to know who Mr. Gresham could have been. Then Sabella said, "Why, don't you know, Uncle Aleck? He was the one who sold you the canoe, and the one Winn said was a bad man. He brought Don Blossom back, and I told him all about Mr.
Miss Grayson does up the puffs on a shirring cord, then you can let them out in the washing." "That's a fine idea. You do have such splendid ideas, Cynthy." "They are mostly Rachel Winn's," laughed the young girl. They had a capable woman in the kitchen now.
If any of you do, you'd better go up and shake him down. I'd advise you to take a torch along, though." Not another word of explanation would he give them, and finally Binney Gibbs, greatly provoked at the other's stubbornness, declared he would go up and shake that 'coon down in a hurry, too. He so far accepted Winn's advice as to provide himself with a blazing knot, and then up he started.
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