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They were too far off to hear the rest. The Squire was on the point of turning back before this; but Roger took hold of the reins of the old mare, and led her over some of the boggy ground, as if to guide her into sure footing, but, in reality, because he was determined to prevent the renewal of the quarrel. It was well that the cob knew him, and was, indeed, old enough to prefer quietness to dancing; for Mr. Hamley plucked hard at the reins, and at last broke out with an oathDamn it, Roger! Im not a child; I wont be treated as such! Leave go, I say! Roger let go; they were now on firm ground, and he did not wish any watchers to think that he was exercising any constraint over his father; and this quiet obedience to his impatient commands did more to soothe the Squire than anything else could have effected just then. I know I turned them offwhat could I do? Id no more money for their weekly wages; its a loss to me, as you know. He doesnt know, no one knows, but I think your mother would, how it cut me to turn em off just before winter set in. I lay awake many a night thinking of it, and I gave them what I hadI did, indeed. I hadnt got money to pay em, but I had three barren cows fattened, and gave every scrap of meat to the men, and I let em go into the woods and gather what was fallen, and I winked at their breaking off old branchesand now to have it cast up against me by that curthat servant! But Ill go on with the works, by, I will, if only to spite him. Ill show him who I am. My position, indeed. A Hamley of Hamley takes a higher position than his master. Ill go on with the works; see if I dont! Im paying between one and two hundred a year interest on Government money. Ill raise some more, if I go to the Jews; Osborne has shown me the way, and Osborne shall pay for ithe shall. Ill not put up with insults. You shouldnt have stopped me, Roger! I wish to heaven Id horsewhipped the fellow! He was lashing himself again into an impotent rage, painful to a son to witness; but just then the little grandchild of old Silas, who had held the Squires horse during his visit to the sick man, came running up, breathless Please, sir, please, Squire, mammy has sent me; grandfather has wakened up sudden, and mammy says hes dying, and would you please come; she says hed take it as a kind compliment, shes sure. So they went to the cottage, the Squire speaking never a word, but suddenly feeling as if lifted out of a whirlwind and set down in a still and awful place. |
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