"And what about Odiam?" asked Ticehurst of Hole. "I haven't seen Backfield these three weeks, but there's a tale going r?ound as how the commissioners have bin tedious sharp, and done him out of everything he hoped to getsurelye!"
"I can't say as I'm pleased at his marrying Miss Bardon," Reuben would say. "She's ten year older than he if she's a day. 'Twas she who asked him, I reckon. He could have done better fur himself if he'd stayed at h?ame."She kissed and admired the infant, inquired of Margaret's health, bade her hope for better days, and then proceeded to talk of affairs at the castle;how the baroness still continued to weep and lament; and how De Boteler, ever since he had returned from London, had been almost distractedone minute crying and raving that there was some traitor at the castle who had connived at the abduction of his child, and that he would discover him and hang him up without form of trial,and the next offering large rewards and free pardon to any one who could give the slightest information, even though they should have aided in the theft;and once he even went so far as to promise pardon to the actual offender. As, of course, this strange occurrence had been a prolific source of speculation to the gossips, Lucy proceeded to detail a number of stories she had heard on the subject.
FORE:"No, and I shouldn't like him to. You are funny, Caro. Don't watch me if you're shockedyou can know nothing about it, and then you won't be to blame. But I'm going to have my lark in spite of you."
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"Soles, plaice, and dabs,"When ull he w?ake up?" asked Mrs. Backfield in the feeble voice her tears had left her."I am not a bondmannor is the Baron de Boteler my lord," said father John, in a deep, collected voice."Cudn't spare one hand to fetch over fifteenthat's a valiant idea. Now d?an't go loitering; fetch out your cattle afore they're roast beef, git out the horses and all the stockand souse them ricks wot ?un't burning yit.""And that son of a harlot from Little Bethel wurn't wud him, I trust?"
