" "Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark, "and mind what I tell you. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season. What is your father's business?" The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that. "And now to dispose of our dead. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. But for me it doesn’t matter. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed.
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