"
"What! do you mean to say he has left us, gone for good?"
"That's fwhat it is. Oi prished 'em, an' porshwaded 'em, an' towld 'em
it was desprut anggery an' graved yeez wud aall be. Says he Oi've bud
'em aall good-boye an' Oi'm goin' home to bishness. It was lucky for
you, Squoire, that it wasn't lasht noight he wint."
"It is that, grandfather. I'd have been a dead man. He maun hae focht
yon deevil like a wild cat tae get oot o' the way o's pistols and
things."
"'Twas Timawtheus as kim up furrust an' tuk the thafe av a Rawdon out av
his arrums, for he grupped 'em good an' toight."
"Well done, Timotheus!" said Mr. Errol. "He's a fine lad, Mr.
Bigglethorpe, though a bit clumsy in his ways."
"We can't all be handsome, sir," answered that gentleman. "If he's got
the good principle in him, that's the mine thing, so I always say."
Mrs. Carruthers put her head into the smoke, coughed a little, and said:
"Come, father, supper is waiting for you in the breakfast room." The
veteran followed his daughter, and, over his evening meal, gave her a
detailed account of the proceedings of the afternoon.
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