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Harry Heathcote of Gangoil by Anthony Trollope
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sending his clouds down upon us in a lump like." Then she told them
that some of the men had declared that if it went on like that for
two hours the Mary would rise and take the cottage away. Giles,
however, had declared that to be trash, as the cottage was twenty
feet above the ordinary course of the river.

They were just rising to take their leave, when Giles Medlicot
himself came in out of the mill. He was a man of good presence, dark,
and tall like Heathcote, but stoutly made, with a strongly marked
face, given to frowning much when he was eager; bright-eyed, with a
broad forehead--certainly a man to be observed as far as his
appearance was concerned. He was dressed much as a gentleman dresses
in the country at home, and was therefore accounted to be a fop by
Harry Heathcote, who was rarely seen abroad in other garb than that
which has been described. Harry was an aristocrat, and hated such
innovations in the bush as cloth coats and tweed trowsers and neck-
hand-kerchiefs.

Medlicot had been full of wrath against his neighbor all the morning.
There had been a tone in Heathcote's voice when he gave his parting
warning as to the fire in Medlicot's pipe which the sugar grower had
felt to be intentionally insolent. Nothing had been said which could
be openly resented, but offense had surely been intended; and then he
had remembered that his mother had been already some months at the
mill, and that no mark of neighborly courtesy had been shown to her.
The Heathcotes had, he thought, chosen to assume themselves to be
superior to him and his, and to treat him as though he had been some
laboring man who had saved money enough to purchase a bit of land for
himself. He was, therefore, astonished to find the two young ladies
sitting with his mother on the very day after such an interview as
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