City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“Eh, eh,” he grunted tenderly, “thy mother again. I used to tell her as
the only thing she had agen me was that I never got i' jail so she could
get me out an' stand up for me after it. There's only one thing worrits
me a bit: I wish the lad hadn't gone away.”
“I've thought that out, though I've not had much time to reason
about things,” said Little Ann. “If he's gone away, he's gone to get
something; and whatever it happens to be, he'll be likely to bring it
back with him, Father.”
CHAPTER XXXVII
Old Mrs. Hutchinson's letter had supplied much detail, but when her son
and grand-daughter arrived in the village of Temple Barholm they heard
much more, the greater part of it not in the least to be relied upon.
“The most of it's lies, as folks enjoys theirsels pretendin' to
believe,” the grand-mother commented. “It's servants'-hall talk and
cottage gossip, and plenty made itself up out o' beer drunk in th'
tap-room at th' Wool Park. In a place where naught much happens, people
get into th' way 'o springin' on a bit o' news, and shakin' and worryin'
it like a terrier does a rat. It's nature. That lad's given 'em lots to
talk about ever since he coom. He's been a blessin' to 'em. If he'd been
gentry, he'd not ha' been nigh as lively. Th' village lads tries to talk
through their noses like him. Little Tummas Hibblethwaite does it i'
broad Lancashire.”
The only facts fairly authenticated were that the mysterious stranger
had been taken away very late one night, some time before the interview
between Mr. Temple Barholm and Captain Palliser, of which Burrill knew
so much because he had “happened to be about.” When a domestic magnate
of Burrill's type “happens to be about” at a crisis, he is not unlikely
to hear a great deal. Burrill, it was believed, knew much more than
he deigned to make public. The entire truth was that Captain Palliser
himself, in one of his hasty appearances in the neighborhood of Temple
Barholm, had bestowed a few words of cold caution on him.
“Don't talk too much,” he had said. “Proof is required before talk is
safe. The American was sharp enough to say that to me himself. He was
sharp enough, too, to keep his man hidden. I was the only person that
saw him who could have recognized him, and I saw him by chance. Palford
& Grimby require proof. We are in search of it. Servants will talk;
but if you don't want to run the risk of getting yourself into trouble,
don't make absolute statements.”
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