In Clive's Command - A Story of the Fight for India by Herbert Strang
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that troubled him? The old man had sunk into a reverie; his lips moved as
though he communed with himself. Desmond had not the heart to intrude his concerns on one so bowed with grief. "Good night, Sir Willoughby!" he said. The squire paid no heed, and Desmond, vexed, bewildered, went slowly from the room. At the outer door he found Dickon awaiting him. "The squire has let Grinsell go, Dickon," he said; "he says 'twas all a mistake." "If squire says it, then 't must be," said Dickon slowly, nodding his head. "We'n better be goin' home, sir." "But you had something to tell Sir Willoughby?" "Ay, sure, but he knows it--knows it better'n me." "Come, Dickon, what is this mystery! I am in a maze; what is it, man?" "Binna fur a aged, poor feller like me to say. We'n better go home, sir." Nothing that Desmond said prevailed upon Dickon to tell more, and the two started homewards across the fields. |
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