A Maid of the Silver Sea by John Oxenham
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allow his thoughts out they came slowly and in jerks, with lapses at
times which the hearer had to fill in as best he could. His father had been an enterprising free-trader, and had made money before the family farm came to him on the death of his father. He had married another farm and the heiress attached to it, and Peter was the result. An only son, both parents dead, two farms and a good round sum in the Guernsey Bank, such were Peter's circumstances. And himself--good-tempered; lazy, since he had no need to work; not naturally gifted mentally, and the little he had, barely stirred by the short course of schooling which had been deemed sufficient for so worldly-well-endowed a boy; tall, loose-limbed, easy going and easily led, Peter was the object of much speculation among marriageably inclined maiden hearts, and had set his own where it was not wanted. "Ouaie," continued Tom, "an' if I'd join him in the loan the money'd all come to me when he'd done with it." "Aw!... Money isn't everything.... Can't get all you want sometimes when you've got all money you want." "G'zammin, Peter! You're as crazy 'bout that lass as th' old un is 'bout his mines. Why don't ye ask her and ha' done with it?" "Aw--yes. Well.... You see.... I'm makin' up to her gradual like, and in time----" And Bernel in the hole dug his elbow facetiously into Nance's side. |
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