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Caine, Hall, Sir, 1853-1931

"The Shadow of a Crime A Cumbrian Romance"

Garth to say, "Do it by all
means."
"Mayhap I am," said the blacksmith, significantly shaking his head. He
was snared as neatly by this simple face as ever was a swallow by a
linnet hidden in a cage among the grass.
"And that Ralph, too, the great lounderan fellow, he treats me like
dirt, that he does."
"But you'll pay him out now, won't you, Joseph?" said Liza, as though
glorying in the blacksmith's forthcoming glory.
"Liza, my lass, shall I tell you something?" Under the fire of a pair
of coquettish little eyes, his head as well as his heart seemed to
melt, and he became eagerly communicative. Dropping his voice, he
said,--
"That Ralph's not gone away at all. He'll be at his father's berrying,
that he will."
"Nay!" cried Liza, without a prolonged accent of surprise; and,
indeed, this fact had come upon her with so much unexpectedness that
her curiosity was now actually as well as ostensibly aroused.
"Yes," said Mr. Garth; "and there's those as knows where to lay hands
on him this very day--that there is.


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