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XXVII. In The Garden
“Aye,thatIdid,”heansweredwithashrewdlysignificantair.
“Bothofthem?”suggestedMrs.Medlock.
“Bothof’em,”returnedBenWeatherstaff.“Thankyekindly,ma’am,Icouldsupupanothermugofit.”
“Together?”saidMrs.Medlock,hastilyoverfillinghisbeer-muginherexcitement.
“Together,ma’am,”andBengulpeddownhalfofhisnewmugatonegulp.
“WherewasMasterColin?Howdidhelook?Whatdidtheysaytoeachother?”
“Ididna’hearthat,”saidBen,“alongo’onlybein’onth’stepladderlookinoverth’wall.ButI’lltelltheethis.There’sbeenthingsgoin’onoutsideasyouhousepeopleknowsnowtabout.An’whattha’llfindouttha’llfindoutsoon.”
Anditwasnottwominutesbeforeheswallowedthelastofhisbeerandwavedhismugsolemnlytowardthewindowwhichtookinthroughtheshrubberyapieceofthelawn.
“Lookthere,”hesaid,“iftha’scurious.Lookwhat’scomin’acrossth’grass.”
WhenMrs.Medlocklookedshethrewupherhandsandgavealittleshriekandeverymanandwomanservantwithinhearingboltedacrosstheservants’hallandstoodlookingthroughthewindowwiththeireyesalmoststartingoutoftheirheads.
AcrossthelawncametheMasterofMisselthwaiteandhelookedasmanyofthemhadneverseenhim.AndbyhissidewithhisheadupintheairandhiseyesfulloflaughterwalkedasstronglyandsteadilyasanyboyinYorkshire—MasterColin!
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