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Chapter 2
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.