Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 15, No. 85, January, 1875Various
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Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 15, No. 85, January, 1875
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
But not so far as he was concerned. For now he knew that the person
whom, above all other persons in the world, he was most desirous to
please, whose respect and esteem he was most anxious to obtain, had
not only condoned much of his idleness out of the abundant charity of
her heart, but had further, and by chance, revealed to him that she
gave him some little share of that affection which she seemed to shed
generously and indiscriminately on so many folks and things around
her. He, too, was now in the charmed circle. He walked with a new
pride through the warm, green meadows, his rod over his shoulder: he
whistled as he went, or he sang snatches of "The Rose of Allandale."
He met two small boys out bird's-nesting: he gave them a shilling
apiece, and then inconsistently informed them that if he caught them
then or at any other time with a bird's nest in their hands he would
cuff their ears. Then he walked hastily home, put by his fishing-rod,
and shut himself up in his study with half a dozen of those learned
volumes which he had brought back unsoiled from school.
CHAPTER XXII.
ON WINGS OF HOPE.
When Trelyon arrived late one evening at Penzance he was surprised
to find his uncle's coachman awaiting him at the station: "What's the
matter, Tobias? Is the old gentleman going to die? You don't mean to
say you are here for me?"
"Yaäs, zor, I be," said the little old man with no great courtesy.
"Then he is going to die if he sends out his horse at this time o'
night. Look here, Tobias: I'll put my portmanteau inside and come on
the box to have a talk with you--you're such a jolly old card, you
know--and you'll tell me all that's happened since I last enjoyed my
uncle's bountiful hospitality."
This the young man did: and then the brown-faced, wiry and surly
little person, having started his horse, proceeded to tell his story
in a series of grumbling and disconnected sentences. He was not nearly
so taciturn as he looked: "The maäster he went sün to bed to-night:
'twere Miss Juliott sent me to the station, without tellin' en. He's
gettin' worse and worse, that's sure: if yü be for giving me half a
crown, like, or any one that comes to the house, he finds it out and
stops it out o' my wages: yes, he does, zor, the old fule!"
"Tobias, be a little more respectful to my uncle, if you please."
"Why, zor, yü knaw en well enough," said the man in the same surly
fashion. "And I'll tell yü this, Maäster Harry, if yü be after
dinner with en, and he has a bottle o' poort wine that he puts on
the mantelpiece, and he says to yü to let that aloän, vor 'tis a
medicine-zart o' wine, don't yü heed en, but have that wine. 'Tis the
real old poort wine, zor, that yür vather gied en--the dahmned old
pagan!"
The young man burst out laughing, instead of reprimanding Tobias, who
maintained his sulky impassiveness of face.
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