Martin Hyde, the Duke's Messenger by John Masefield
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could venture on it. But the boat did not come back, though one
or two other boats brought people, or goods, to the stairs of the garden beside me. I could not see into the garden; that party wall was too high. I did not go indoors again till Ephraim came to fetch me, saying that it was time I washed my hands for dinner. I went to my room; but instead of washing my hands, I leaned out of the window to watch a dancing bear which was sidling about in the lane, just below, while his keeper made a noise on the panpipes. A little crowd of idlers was gathered round the bear. Some of them were laughing at the bear, some at his keeper. I saw two boys sneaking about among the company; they were evil-looking little ruffians, with that hard look in the eyes which always marks the thoroughly wicked. As I watched, one of them slipped his hand into a man's pocket, then withdrew it, passing something swiftly to his companion, who walked unconcernedly away. I ran out of doors at once, to the man who had been robbed. "Sir," I said, when he had drawn away from the little crowd. "Have you not been robbed of something?" He turned to look down on me, searching his pockets with both hands. It gave me a start to see him, for he was the bearded man who had passed me in the boat that morning. You may be sure that I took a good note of him. He was a handsome, melancholy-looking man, with a beard designed to make him look fairer than he really was. "Robbed of something?" he repeated in a quiet voice. "Yes, I have |
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