Kit and Kitty: A Story of West MiddlesexBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Kit and Kitty: A Story of West Middlesex
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Middlesex (England) -- Fiction
All who had gathered for that great discussion looked at me with
astonishment and fear. And I saw that I had made a wrong move
altogether. For nothing shuts up country mouths so sharply, as the
hovering in the air of a thing that may prove criminal. At the same
time, I saw that deep interest was stirred; and I fancied, very
naturally, that it must be in my favour.
“Can’t say when Joe will be at home,” said my old friend. “He have gone
to Knapp Hill with a gent, to see the trees. When they gets among they,
they never comes back in a hurry. Might be nine o’clock afore he comes
home.”
I looked at my watch, and saw that I must start at once, if I meant
to be at home in time to meet Tony Tonks. And it struck me, that he
would be much more capable of going through with the inquiries here,
than I, who had already made a muddle of it, by putting questions too
point-blank. So I tried to put on a careless manner.
“Well, we won’t say any more about it now. Only I should like to know
what fish they caught; or whether they weighed in at the club with what
they bought. If we think it worth while to go on with this, we can send
a boy over, to hear Joe’s account. It doesn’t concern any one except
ourselves. But we don’t like to be beaten by the silver hook. There is
a rare fish at Shepperton, that nobody can catch.”
They looked at me, as if they could not quite accept this turn; and
there was much disappointment on the barmaid’s face; for, with a
woman’s instinct, she had scented a romance. But without another word,
I jumped into the saddle, and was soon upon the furzy commons, full of
prickly wonderings.
CHAPTER L.
A POCKETFUL OF MONEY.
“WE are on the straight road now,” said Tonks, as soon as he had heard
my story; “and jigger me if we don’t hunt her down. But luck can give
five stone to skill, whether the course be straight or round. I have
done all I know; but you beat me in a canter, just by getting the
inside turn. But unless I am out of it altogether, you may trust me to
fetch up by-and-by. I must find out who that old chap was. It could not
be Downy himself, you think. Not likely that she would have gone with
him. Well, now you want to hear what I have done; and I think it leads
to something.
“I am bound to be terrible leary, you see, for he is uncommon
wide-awake. If he had spent all his life in the sharpest stables, he
could hardly have been more up to snuff. He never believes a single
word a fellow says, until he has been round it to know the reason.
I can’t abide that sort of thing myself, for it gives such a lot of
trouble on both sides. If he asked you what o’clock it was, and you
looked at your watch and told him, he’d place no faith in it, unless he
saw the hands; and even then he would doubt whether you had not shifted
them, on purpose to mislead him.”
“Such a rogue should be knocked on the head,” said my uncle; “and I
wish I had the doing of it.”
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