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Upon reaching the Woodman at Kendal, Robbie found little reason to doubt that Sim had been there and had gone. A lively young chambermaid, who replied to his questions, told him the story of Sim's temporary illness and subsequent departure with another man. "What like of a man was he, lass him as took off the little fellow?" asked Robbie.
Robbie Lee had drawn his barefoot friend, John, thus far. He had balked and refused to go farther. "Come on, John," Robbie pleaded. "I'm skeered." "Scared of what?" "Colonel Lee." "Didn't you come to see him?" "I thought I did." "Well, didn't ye?" "Yes." "Come on, then!" "No " "What you scared of him for?" "He's a great man." "But he's my Papa." "He don't want to be bothered with little boys."
Robbie Belle never could see more than one side of a question. To forbid unnecessary expenditure just because she accepted a loan to carry her through college! Who was to say whether it was unnecessary or not? The Opera was part of her musical education. She would repay the scholarship with interest at the earliest possible date after she began to earn a salary. What meddling insolence!
"Twelve and sixpence," she proclaimed. "Ye held good cards, Mr. Robbie. Well, Mosha the Viscount, we'll go and see about it." I led her to the tea-room: Mr. Robbie followed. Flora rested on a sofa in a truly dismal state of collapse, while the Major fussed about her with a cup of tea. "I have sent Ronald for the carriage," he announced. "H'm," said Miss Gilchrist, eyeing him oddly.
"I can't stay," the barefoot boy sighed. "Come on. There's three bird's nests in the orchard. The second layin'. It ain't no harm to break up the second nest. Birds've no business layin' twice in one season. We ought to break 'em up." "I'm afraid I can't." His tone grew weaker and Robbie pressed him. "Come on.
The superintendent would be a medical man appointed by Parliament, and he would hae men-servants to do his biddin'." "Not all men-servants, surely?" "Every one o' them. Man, geniuses is no to be trusted wi' womenfolk. No, even Robbie Bu " "So he did; but would the inmates have to put themselves entirely in the superintendent's hands?"
He could and he would do it! Bravely, Robbie! A greater issue than you know of hangs on your journey. On! on! on! The agitation of the landlord of the inn at Askham, who was an old Parliamentarian, on discovering the captain under whom he had served in the person of Ralph Ray, threatened of itself to betray him.
At six Berta started for the dining-room, leaving Robbie hovering at Bea's open door with a supply of hot water, rough towels, dry stockings, and spirits of camphor. In the leaden twilight of the lower corridor a draggled figure passed with a sodden drip of heavy skirts and the dull squashing of water in soaked shoes.
It was a beautiful face, framed by dusky hair beneath the wreath of crimson roses on her hat. The eyes were dusky too and deep-set. They were staring at Robbie with an intensity of grieving affection that contrasted sharply with the stern, almost resentful, expression of her finely cut mouth.
"Don't take it cross, Liza, my lass; if I thought you really wanted to speak to me, I'd stop anywhere for nowt that I would. I'd stop anywhere for nowt; but you always seemed to me over throng with yon Robbie, that you did; but if for certain you really did want me that's to say, want to speak to me I'd stop anywhere for nowt."
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