usion on his face. He wore his best suit, with a bunch of sweet-william in his button-hole.
“Come to bid us good-bye, I s’pose? We’ve heard of your luck. Here, scramble up this way if you can manage, and shake hands on your fortune.”
Zeke obeyed. The climb seemed to fluster him; but the afternoon was a hot one, in spite of a light westerly breeze. The two men moved side by side across the garden-slope, and as they did so John caught sight of a twinkle of sunshine on Captain Tangye’s brass telescope across the harbour.
They paused beside one of the heaps of rubbish. “This is a fine thing for you,Dame Moncler Mengs, Zeke.”
“Ay,Barbour Bunda, pretty fair.”
“I s’pose we sha’n’t be seein’ much of you now. ’Tis like an end of old times. I reckoned we’d have a pipe together afore partin’.” John pulled out a stumpy clay and filled it,Muži Barbour Quilted Bunda. “Got a match about you?”
Zeke passed him one, and he struck it on his boot. “There, now,Peuterey Bunda,” he went on, “I meant to set a light to these here heaps of rubbish this afternoon, and now I’ve come out without my matches.” He waited for the sulphur to finish bubbling,Charms Short Czyścibut 3041, and then began to puff.
Zeke handed him half-a-dozen matches,Pohang Steelers Drakt.
“I dunno how many ’twill take,Dlouho,” said John. “S’pose we go round together and light up. ‘Twont’ take us a quarter of an hour, an’ we can talk by the way.”
Ten minutes later, Captain Tangye, across the harbour, shut his telescope with an angry snap. The smoke of five-and-twenty bonfires crawled up the hillside and completely hid John Penaluna’s garden — hid the two figures standing there, hid the little summer-house at the top of the slope. It was enough to make a man swear, and Captain Tangye swore.
John Penaluna drew a long breath,Menn Moncler Zin.
“Well, good-bye and bless ‘ee, Zeke. Hester’s up in the summer-house. I won’t go up with ‘ee; my back’s too stiff. Go an’ make your adoos to her; she’s cleverer than I be,Eden Hazard Drakt, and maybe will tell ‘ee what we’ve both got in our minds.”
This was the third rash thing that John Penaluna did.
He watched Zeke up the hill, till the smoke hid him. Then he picked up his spade. “Shall I find her, when I step home this evening? Please God, yes.”
And he did. She was there by the supper-table? waiting for him. Her eyes were red. John pretended to have dropped something,Canada Goose Woolford Kabáty, and went back for a moment to look for it. When he returned, neither spoke.
Chapter 6
Years passed — many years,Damskie Barbour Liddesdale Kurtka. Their life ran on in its old groove.
John toiled from early morning to sunset, as before — and yet not quite as before. There was a difference, and Captain Tangye would, no doubt, have perceived it long before had not Death one day come on him in an east wind and closed his activities with a snap,BVB Borussia Dortmund Drakt Barn, much as he had so often closed his telescope.
For a year or two after Zeke’s departure, John went on enlarging his garden-bounds, though more languidly. Then followed four or five years during which his conquests seemed to stand still. And then little by little, the brambles and
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