The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Henry Hayley fell into deep thought, and the reader acquainted with
the early part of his history may easily conceive the nature of his
meditation. After a time, however, as they walked on, he resumed the
conversation with his companion, but changed the subject entirely,
talking of the state of the country and the condition of the country
people, of the residents in the neighbourhood, and of the curious
state of wandering commerce by which his companion gained his
livelihood. He found him a shrewd, intelligent man, who was evidently
accustomed, during the solitary hours he passed in proceeding from
place to place, to think a great deal and deeply of the many different
things that came to his knowledge in his travels over the face of the
country. It seemed that while disposing of his wares he gained in
exchange, not only money, but the history of those with whom he dealt;
and that in journeying onwards he turned over and over in thought all
the little facts he had acquired, or the scenes that he had witnessed,
reasoning upon them with great acuteness and good sense, so that he
was ever ready to comment with a degree of caustic precision unusual
in the small trader of a town, who has little leisure for any thoughts
unconnected with his business.
Curiosity, of course, was one trait in his character, and he did not
fail to make sundry efforts to learn more of his companion, and to
discover what could be his business with old Farmer Graves. Henry,
however, set all questions at defiance; and in the end the pedlar,
seeing that it was in vain to inquire, gave up his efforts in despair.
"That is a poor-looking house," said Henry, as they were approaching
the opposite side of the common; "it, seems hardly fit for the
habitation of a human being. Has it any occupants now?"
"No, sir; none at present," replied his companion. "It is a poor place
surely; and yet it is better than it was twelve months ago, for, the
gentleman who lives in the large house on the hill there--you cannot
see it for the trees--had the thatch mended. He does not think like a
great many of the gentlemen about, and sets to work in a different way
with the poor. It answers pretty well sometimes, and did in the
instance of the lad who lived here."
"How was that?" asked the young wanderer. "I should like to have an
example of his way of dealing with the poor: the subject is a very
interesting one."
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