usion on his face. He Spania Drakt Barn 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 Peru Trikot 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, Zeke.”
“Ay, 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 Inter Milan Drakt Barn a pipe together afore partin’.” John pulled out a stumpy clay and filled it. “Got a match about you?”
Zeke passed him one, and he struck it on his boot. “There, now,” 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, and then began to puff.
Zeke handed him half-a-dozen matches.
“I dunno how many ’twill take,” 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 Everton Trikot Penaluna’s garden — hid the two figures standing there, hid the little summer-house England Damen at the top of the slope. It was enough Monaco Trikot to make a man swear, and Captain Tangye swore.
John Penaluna drew a long breath.
“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 Boca Juniors Trikot your adoos to her; she’s cleverer than I be, 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 Maillot Suède God, yes.”
And he did. She was there by the supper-table? waiting for him. Her eyes were red. John pretended Leicester City Koszulka to have dropped something, and went back for a moment to look for it. When he returned, neither spoke.
Chapter 6
Years passed — many years. 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 Maillot Manchester City a difference, and Captain Tangye would, no doubt, have Ecuador Trikot perceived it long before had not Death one day come Valencia Koszulka on him in an east wind and closed his activities with a snap, 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 andlinks:
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