Elizabeth's Campaign by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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She could pick you up, and bring you back.'
'Yes,' said Pamela. There was a pause. 'Well, good-bye, dear,' said Sir Henry again, and with a ceremonious bow to Pamela's companion, he rode on--meditating on many things. * * * * * 'The Squire's in, Sir Henry, but--well, he's very busy.' 'Never mind, Forest. I must see him. Can you find some one to take my horse round?' The grey-haired butler looked perplexed. 'I've only got my own small boy, Sir Henry. There's two more of our men gone this morning. I don't know if you'll trust him. He's a good boy.' 'Send him along, Forest. My beast's a lamb--you know him. But look here, Forest'--Sir Henry dismounted, bridle in hand. 'Don't give the Squire notice that I'm here, if you can help it, till you announce me.' The butler, who, in spite of his grey hair, was a square-set, vigorous-looking fellow, might be said, in reply, to have given the Squire's visitor a wink. At any rate a look of understanding passed between the two. The butler went quickly back into the house, and re-emerged with a boy, who was the small image of his father, to |
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