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           TheyweresortedinteamsandMrDeasycameawaysteppingoverwispsofgrasswithgaiteredfeet.Whenhehadreachedtheschoolhousevoicesagaincontendingcalledtohim.Heturnedhisangrywhitemoustache.

           —Whatisitnow?hecriedcontinuallywithoutlistening.

           —CochraneandHallidayareonthesameside,sir,Stephensaid.

           —Willyouwaitinmystudyforamoment,MrDeasysaid,tillIrestoreorderhere.

           Andashesteppedfussilybackacrossthefieldhisoldman’svoicecriedsternly:

           —Whatisthematter?Whatisitnow?

           Theirsharpvoicescriedabouthimonallsides:theirmanyformsclosedroundhim,thegarishsunshinebleachingthehoneyofhisilldyedhead.

           Stalesmokyairhunginthestudywiththesmellofdrababradedleatherofitschairs.Asonthefirstdayhebargainedwithmehere.Asitwasinthebeginning,isnow.OnthesideboardthetrayofStuartcoins,basetreasureofabog:andevershallbe.Andsnugintheirspooncaseofpurpleplush,faded,thetwelveapostleshavingpreachedtoallthegentiles:worldwithoutend.

           Ahastystepoverthestoneporchandinthecorridor.BlowingouthisraremoustacheMrDeasyhaltedatthetable.

           —First,ourlittlefinancialsettlement,hesaid.

           Hebroughtoutofhiscoatapocketbookboundbyaleatherthong.Itslappedopenandhetookfromittwonotes,oneofjoinedhalves,andlaidthemcarefullyonthetable.

           —Two,hesaid,strappingandstowinghispocketbookaway.

           Andnowhisstrongroomforthegold.