Eugene Aram — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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that evening."
Lester attempted to combat the truth of the illustration, and thus conversing, they passed on through the village green, when the gaunt form of Corporal Bunting arrested their progress. "Beg pardon, Squire," said he, with a military salute; "beg pardon, your honour," bowing to Aram; "but I wanted to speak to you, Squire, 'bout the rent of the bit cot yonder; times very hard--pay scarce--Michaelmas close at hand--and--" "You desire a little delay, Bunting, eh?--Well, well, we'll see about it, look up at the Hall to-morrow; Mr. Walter, I know wants to consult you about letting the water from the great pond, and you must give us your opinion of the new brewing." "Thank your honour, thank you; much obliged I'm sure. I hope your honour liked the trout I sent up. Beg pardon, Master Aram, mayhap you would condescend to accept a few fish now and then; they're very fine in these streams, as you probably know; if you please to let me, I'll send some up by the old 'oman to-morrow, that is if the day's cloudy a bit." The Scholar thanked the good Bunting, and would have proceeded onward, but the Corporal was in a familiar mood. "Beg pardon, beg pardon, but strange-looking dog here last evening--asked after you--said you were old friend of his--trotted off in your direction --hope all was right, Master?--augh!" "All right!" repeated Aram, fixing his eyes on the Corporal, who had |
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