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"But I am, ma'am. . . . He had a way o' stepping back an' usin' his reach . . . a trifle slow with the left, always . . . that was his failin'. But the length of his arms would delight you and he had a hug, too, of his own if you happened to take an interest in such things." "But I don't," protested Mrs Bosenna. "And you frighten me! If I'd guessed that my other tenant was a prize-fighter "
"Nor I," said Mrs Bosenna, still gazing into the fire. "At the best 'tis a risk." Mrs Bosenna sighed again. "If it weren't, where'd be the fun?" Mr Rogers enjoyed his newspaper.
"I feel sure," said Mrs Bosenna, "you and he would have found many things in common, had he been spared. . . Now, I dare say, you'd like to look around the place a bit before dinner. Where shall we begin? With the live stock?" "As you please, ma'am."
Nature in some twenty odd years had draped the cliff with fern the Polypodium vulgare and Mrs Bosenna in her early married days had planted the crevices with arabis, alyssum, and aubrietia, which had taken root and spread, and now, overflowing their ledges, ran down in cascades of bloom white, yellow, and purple.
"It's like a providence my meetin' you; for as it chances you was the last man in my mind. I happened down to Wyatt's yard just now, and if you'll believe me there's reason to believe he'll get an order to-morrow for another 14-footer," "Ay? . . . What for?" "Why, to enter for the cup you're givin' on Whit-Monday." "You're mistaken," said Cai. "'Tis Mrs Bosenna that's givin' the cup, not I."
Uplands, where the harvesters Pause in the swathe, shading their eyes, to watch Or barge or schooner stealing up from sea: Themselves in twilight, she a twilit ghost Parting the twilit woods. . . . While Cai and 'Bias stood at gaze, drinking it all in, Mrs Bosenna whose senses were always quick turned, looked behind her, and uttered a little scream.
You see, the thing's what you might call a testimonial. I picked it up, comin' through the town to-day." "A testimonial? How interesting!" murmured Mrs Bosenna. "From my late crew, ma'am. As I was sayin', on my way through the town to call on you, ma'am, I was taken on the hop, so to speak, an' made the recipient " "What for?" demanded 'Bias. He was breathing hard.
And He will, too, from what I know of 'im." As it turned out, at the distance from which our company viewed them, these set pieces laid some tax on the imagination. They were duly applauded to be sure; and when Mrs Bosenna exclaimed "How lovely!" and 'Bias allowed "Not so bad," their tribute scarcely differed, albeit paid in different coin.
He let fall these last words slowly, in a kind of reverie, as he gazed out on the garden over which the twilight was fast gathering. "With all this time on your hands, I reckon you won't be takin' a look round the garden?" hazarded Fancy. "Certainly. Why not?" "Well, 'tis drawin' in dusk. But there! I wouldn' disappoint Mrs Bosenna, if I was you." "Eh?"
"I wonder " mused Mrs Bosenna. "Where is he?" Cai's bewildered brain darted at the impossible stratagem of intercepting Skin and getting the letters from him. "Stabling the pony at this moment, I expect. . . . But I don't understand. What letters are you talkin' about? What sort of letters?" "There there was one from me and one from 'Bias "
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