FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200   201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   210   211  
212   213   214   215   216   217   218   219   220   221   222   223   224   225   226   227   228   229   230   231   232   233   234   235   236   >>   >|  
ivery; but polishing away, and accompanying the task with the hissing noise generally accorded to horses. His lordship did not speak, but turned his back upon the group; and but for sundry recollections of his embarrassments which at the present moment intruded themselves painfully upon him, it is most probable that my lord the Viscount and prospective Earl and peer of the realm, would have hurriedly taken his departure from the neighbourhood of Merland. As it was, he submitted to the cleansing process so liberally bestowed upon him by the groom. Then, holding his handkerchief to his cheek, he turned to face Norton, to find that he was already a hundred yards off, walking by the side of Isa's mare; and soon after they disappeared at a turn of the road. "Curse him!" exclaimed his lordship, with a fierce and bitter imprecation. "Ketched yer unaweers, my lord, didn't he?" said the groom, who, with his bridle over his arm, still kept up his hissing and rubbing process. "If you'd ha' throwed up your left arm sharp, my lord, and then let go with your right, I don't know but what you might ha stopped him, and planted one for yourself. But per'aps, arter all, it was very doubtful, for that was as sharp a cutter as ever I did see." His lordship did not seem to heed the friendly counsel, for, turning upon his heel, he strode hastily away in the opposite direction to that taken by Isa Gernon, muttering angrily, and evidently smarting with pain. "I'm blest if I don't think," muttered Peter, the groom, as he slowly inducted a foot to its stirrup, and then lazily threw a leg over the horse's back, and began to put on his gloves--"I'm blest if I don't think as the higher yer gets up in serciety, the shabbier yer grows. Now, if that 'ere had been, say, a working man, or a lab'rer, and I'd set him upon his pins, and rubbed him down, he'd per'aps not ha' said, `Here's the price of a pint, mate,' but he'd ha' stood a pint, safe; and if it had been a plain gent, such as that young Squire Norton, he'd ha' give a shilling, per'aps 'arf a crown, or one o' them duffing two-bob bits; but as for my fine lord here, he don't so much as say thanky, let alone show you the colour of his money; while, getting up higher still, if it had been a Juke, blow me if I don't think he'd ha' kicked me for what I did. Well, just as they like, and it's all one a hundred years to come. All I can say, though, is, as it served his grand lordship joll
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200   201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   210   211  
212   213   214   215   216   217   218   219   220   221   222   223   224   225   226   227   228   229   230   231   232   233   234   235   236   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
lordship
 

Norton

 

hundred

 

higher

 

process

 

turned

 

hissing

 

serciety

 

shabbier

 
accompanying

rubbed

 

working

 

generally

 

muttered

 

slowly

 

accorded

 

horses

 
evidently
 
smarting
 
inducted

stirrup

 

lazily

 

gloves

 

kicked

 

colour

 

served

 

thanky

 

Squire

 
polishing
 

shilling


duffing
 
angrily
 

opposite

 
exclaimed
 
fierce
 
bitter
 

disappeared

 

imprecation

 
Ketched
 
bridle

prospective
 

Viscount

 

unaweers

 
neighbourhood
 
holding
 

handkerchief

 

Merland

 

bestowed

 

submitted

 

liberally