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"What are you standing staring like that for, pauper?" cried Philip. "Didn't you hear Mr Courtenay say you were to come on and bowl?" "What do you want, young gentleman?" said a voice that was very welcome to me; and Mr Solomon came from behind the great laurels. "What's that to you, Browny? He's coming to bowl for us in the field," said Courtenay. "No, he is not," said Mr Solomon coolly.
I know an old Argyllshire family who consider that to improve their terriers they ought all to have browny yellow ears. Neither again, except for the show bench, is there the slightest objection to half drop ears i.e., the points of one or both ears just falling over.
As they got nearer to the browny fence they saw that it was a great hedge about eight feet high, made of piled-up thorn bushes. 'What's that for? asked Cyril. 'To keep out foes and wild beasts, said the girl. 'I should think it ought to, too, said he. 'Why, some of the thorns are as long as my foot. There was an opening in the hedge, and they followed the girl through it.
But in the world we have around us, it was the distorted truth: and keeping passion down, he was able to wish her such happiness as pertained to safety from shipwreck, and for himself, that he might continue to walk in the ranks of the sober citizens. Oh, true and right, but she was gloriously beautiful! Day by day she surpassed the wondrous Browny of old days. All women were eclipsed by her.
Did she not seem too meditative, enclosed, toneless, at her age? Vainly the persecuted fellow said to himself: "But what is it to me now?" The Browny days were over. The passion for the younger Aminta was over buried; and a dream of power belonging to those days was not yet more than visionary. It had moved her once, when it was a young soldier's.
"It is pretty good," Old Heck agreed, "but these biscuits Ophelia made are just what was needed to set it off!" The widow smilingly showed her pleasure. Twice during the week Skinny rode "line" on the big pasture to look after the Diamond Bar steers. Carolyn June accompanied him. Each time she rode Browny, the old cow-horse.
On the same day I received the following letter from my adorable nun "I write to you from my bed, dearest browny, because I cannot remain standing on my feet. I am almost dead. But I am not anxious about it; a little rest will make me all right, for I eat well and sleep soundly.
I paid not the slightest heed, but my heart beat fast and I could feel the perspiration standing all over my face. "I don't care; he's a pauper. I wonder what Old Browny will feed him on." "Skilly," said Courtenay; and the boys laughed again.
Browny was then clearly seen all round, instead of only front-face, as on the Sunday in the park, when fellows could not spy backward after passing. The pleasure they had in seeing her all round involved no fresh stores of observation, for none could tell how she tied her back-hair, which was the question put to them by a cynic of a boy, said to be queasy with excess of sisters.
Browny was not to be thought of as Browny; she was this grand Countess of Ormont; she had married Matey Weyburn's hero: she would never admit she had been Browny. Only she was handsome then, and she is handsome now; and she looks on Matey Weyburn now just as she did then. How strange is the world! Or how if we are the particular person destined to encounter the strange things of the world?
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