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Inside, some stout women with bundles waited patiently until it suited the autocrat on the box seat to start on his homeward way. Mr. Crows showed no indication of being in a hurry. His head nodded drowsily, and a little saliva trickled down his nether lip. He straightened himself with a sudden jerk as Barrant climbed up beside him. "What be yewer doin' yare?" he demanded. "I'm going to St.
Little Margret, sitting by the muddy road, digging her fingers dully into the clover-roots, while she looked at the spot where the wheels had passed, looked at life differently, it may be; or old Joe Yare by the furnace-fire, his black face and gray hair bent over a torn old spelling-book Lois had given him.
He took me for a long walk to break it to me, over the hills towards Yare and across the great gorse commons by Hazelbrow. "There are ups and downs in life, George," he said halfway across that great open space, and paused against the sky.... "I left out one factor in the Union Pacific analysis." "DID you?" I said, struck by the sudden chance in his voice. "But you don't mean?"
The management was not strict, and in case of a fire the mill was not insured: like Knowles's carelessness. It was Lois and her father, Joe Yare being feeder that night. They were in one of the great furnace-rooms in the cellar, a very comfortable place that stormy night.
Leaving Cromer, we stood on for Great Yarmouth, inside a long line of sandbanks, which are known by the light-vessels stationed at their different ends. Great Yarmouth is situated on the seashore, at the southern end of Norfolk. The river Yare follows a serpentine course, and falls into the sea at the village of Gorleston, a short distance from Yarmouth to the southward.
'Of Spain whence is yours? 'Of England. 'Are you merchants or men of war? 'We are of the Sea! 'Give him a chase-piece with your broadside, and run a good berth a-head of him! 'Done, done! 'We have the wind of him, and now he tacks about! 'Tack about also and keep your luff! Be yare at the helm! Edge in with him!
Cotman devoted much of his energies to water-colours, and he is better known in this branch of the art than in painting; that is the only excuse for the National Gallery in having purchased as his the very inferior picture called A Galliot in a Gale. The other example, Wherries on the Yare, is more worthy of him, though it by no means exhibits all his wonderful power and fascination.
At every place where Lois had been that day she had told her bit of good news, and at every place it had been met with the same kindly smile and "I'm glad he's back, Lois." Yet Joe Yare, fresh from two years in the penitentiary, was not exactly the person whom society usually welcomes with open arms.
Old Yare pointed it out to Mrs. Polston one day. "My girl's far off frum us," he said, sobbing in the kitchen, "my girl's far off now." It was the last night of the year that she died. She was so much better that they all were quite cheerful. Kitts went away as it grew dark, and she bade him wrap up his throat with such a motherly dogmatism that they all laughed at her; she, too, with the rest.
Even to-day, as you look away from the train, there is little sign of life, save the sail of a distant wherry as it makes sluggishly for Norwich or Beccles, as it goes either into the Waveney or the Yare; or the gray wing of the heron as it flies heavily along the marsh; and that is all.
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