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At this insult, and the gratification which it afforded Mr. Belcher, the inventor's pity died out of him, and he hardened to his work. "When I went to Sevenoaks," said he, "I was very poor, as I have always been since. I visited Mr. Belcher's mill, and saw how great improvements could be made in his machines and processes; and then I visited him, and told him what I could do for him.
He said this with a smile which disarmed all suspicion. In fact, it was impossible to take offence with the man." But at this point Plinny, frightened perhaps at the warnings of apoplexy in Captain Branscome's face, laid a hand gently on Miss Belcher's arm. "Are we treating our good friend quite fairly?" she asked. Miss Belcher glanced at her and broke into a ringing laugh. "You dear creature!
Belcher's mind, and knew that if he did not reach him early the next morning, the proprietor would arrive at the broker's before him. Accordingly, when Mr. Belcher finished his breakfast that morning, he found his factor waiting for him, with the information that the broker would not be in his office for an hour and a-half, and that there was time to look further, if further search were desirable.
"Can you remember everything that happened, a say, six years ago?" "I can try," said Phipps, with an intelligent glance into Mr. Belcher's eyes. "Do you remember a day, about six years ago, when Paul Benedict came into my house at Sevenoaks, with Nicholas Johnson and James Ramsey, and they all signed a paper together?" "Very well," replied Phipps.
Belcher's did not contain many books, but it contained a great deal of room for them. Here he spent his evenings, kept his papers in a huge safe built into the wall, smoked, looked down on the twinkling village and his huge mill, counted his gains and constructed his schemes. Of Mrs. Belcher and the little Belchers, he saw but little. He fed and dressed them well, as he did his horses.
The blow had so rattled Leicester had come so very near to smiting him senseless that he scarcely struggled whilst we bound him, trussing him like a fowl with the aid of Miss Belcher's riding-crop which she obligingly handed. He was not a pretty object, with his mouth full of blood and two of his teeth knocked awry, and we made him a ludicrous one.
Clearly, the door had not been opened for many weeks possibly not since my last holidays. I recrossed the bridge and inspected the side-gate. This opened, as I have said, upon a lane never used but by the woodmen on Miss Belcher's estate, and by them very seldom. It entered the park by a stone bridge across the stream and by a ruinous gate, the gaps of which had been patched with furze faggots.
I found the block I had chained to the dog beside the road. I heered Squire Jim Kirby talkin' to some men in Tom Belcher's sto' this very mornin'; just happened to overhear him as I come in. 'A boy an' a dog, he says, 'is the happiest combination in nater. Then he went on to tell about your boy an' a tan dog. He had met 'em in the road. Met 'em when?
But Miss Belcher's off-handish air of authority completely nonplussed him; he sat helplessly fidgeting with his breakfast-plate. "To tell you the truth, ladies," he began, "I had not expected this this audience. It finds me, in a manner of speaking, unprepared."
Plinny, with the help of half a dozen of Miss Belcher's men and a couple of waggons, had employed these three days in removing our furniture to the great cricket pavilion above the hill; an excellent storehouse, where, for the time, it would remain in charge of Mr. Saunders, the head keeper.
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