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And during the last fortnight a very slight illness of his mother's had given him an ex- 96 HAGAR. cuse for coming every day, and sometimes twice a day, to fetch medicines for her, or to bring some trifling message about her state of health. Though why one or another of the dozen men and boys who were always at work in the immediate neighbourhood of the Mere fai'm house, could not have ridden over to bring the messages and take back the medi- cines, was more than Mr. Guildenstern, being a man o...f slow perceptions, had ever found out. Opal guessed the reason, though. Joe Bletchley w^as not the only one in Morris- thorpe who knew why Gilbert Lester's foot- prints w^ere so often left on the mossy path which led to the orchard gate, close by the old lemon-pippin tree, where Mr. Guildenstern's children used to smng when they were little ones, and where of late Miss Eulie had taken a wonderful fancy to amuse herself when she was not busy amongst the flower-beds. Opal HA GAR. 97 had noticed how Gilbert Lester's great brown hand would tremble if but Eulie's little soft fingers chanced to touch it; how his voice, somewhat too loud and strong, the Morris- thorpe youDg ladies said, for drawing-room purposes, took such a low, tender tone when he spoke to her; how, when she was trim- ming the flowers in her own little special plot of ground down by the orchard hedge, he would stand watching her by the hour to- gether, leaning idly against one of the old chestnut trees, never seeming to feel the time long — he, Gilbert Lester, strong, active, rest- less Gilbert Lester, who at the farm was never content unless he could be doing some- thing, tossing hay in the fields, or helping the labourers to stack it up ; or tramping ofi" with rifle and bag and flask through the plantations in search of game, anything and everything, his father said, except being still for Gilbert.
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