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Of course, whether Mildred Malloring was not rather too churchy and puritanical now that a deceased wife's sister was legal Clara did not want to say; but she was undoubtedly within her rights if she thought it for the good of the village.
Lady Malloring paused in her walk toward the bell. With his peculiar thin-lipped smile the boy went on: "We imagined you would say no; we really came because we thought it fair to warn you that there may be trouble." Lady Malloring smiled. "This is a private matter between us and our tenants, and we should be so glad if you could manage not to interfere."
'Wild geese' in the morning sky had been forerunners; very heavy clouds were sweeping up from the west, and rain beginning to fall. He passed an old man leaning on the gate of a cottage garden and said: "Good evening!" The old man touched his hat but did not speak. "How's your leg, Gaunt?" "'Tis much the same, Sir Gerald." "Rain coming makes it shoot, I expect." "It do." Malloring stood still.
"Birds," he said, "animals, insects, vegetable life they all eat each other more or less, but they don't fuss about it." Malloring turned abruptly and went down the path. Fuss! He never fussed. Fuss! The word was an insult, addressed to him!
"Look here, Freeland," he said, "I wish you'd give your mind to this. You really ought not to let your wife and children make trouble in the village." Confound the fellow! He was smiling; there was a sort of twinkle in his smile, too, that Malloring found infectious! "No, seriously," he said, "you don't know what harm you mayn't do." "Have you ever watched a dog looking at a fire?" asked Tod.
He stopped, having an uncomfortable suspicion that his hearer was not listening. "First I've heard this year," said Tod. For all the rudeness of that interruption, Malloring felt a stir of interest. He himself liked birds. Unfortunately, he could hear nothing but the general chorus of their songs. "Thought they'd gone," murmured Tod. Malloring again got up.
Well, neither would a Malloring with one of his Gaunts. So that, my boy, for work which is intrinsically more interesting and pleasurable, the Malloring gets a hundred to a thousand times more money." "All this is rank socialism, my dear fellow." "No; rank truth. Now, to take the life of a Gaunt.
Sleesor and Lady Britto, with Lady Malloring opposite, and Miss Bawtrey leaning over the piano toward them, she pinched herself to get rid of the feeling that, when all these were out of sight of each other, they would become silent and have on their lips a little, bitter smile. It was a question she could not answer; nor could she very well ask it of any of these ladies.
Malloring raised a finger to his cap and passed on. Though he felt a longing to stride his feelings off, he did not increase his pace, knowing that the old man's eyes were following him. But how pig-headed they were, seeing nothing but their own point of view! Well, he could not alter his decision. They would go at the June quarter not a day before, nor after.
And, squeezing her husband's arm, she murmured: "It's really exactly what we thought it would be, Gerald!" About five o'clock of that same afternoon, Gerald Malloring went to see Tod.
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