Old Newcome, here, is a third. The
boy--by-the-bye, what a wonderful inspiration that was of yours to give
us Idiot and Boy for passwords--well, the boy must have come from some
other quarter. But there's either one or two wounded men under these
buffaloes and bits of canvas, for I hit one in the waggon and sent the
contents of Ben's gun after another down the hill. They both squealed.
Men of that kind almost always squeal when they're hit. The impudence of
that fellow Rawdon! Pon't forget Miss Du Plessis' letter; that's our
card now. Never in all my life have I met with such colossal cheek!"
The Squire came out and dismissed the guard. The parson and the lawyer
strolled in together after Wilkinson and Nash. Coristine remarked "The
sunshine is a glorious birth, as my friend Wilkinson would say."
"Yes," answered Perrowne; "it brings to memory one verse of Holy Writ:
'Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to
behold the sun.' The words are very simple, but beautiful in their
simplicity. People are apt to say there's no dogma in them, and that's
why they are so acceptable to all.
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