'
He was evidently about to make a very passionate retort, when a few
murmured words from his wife happening to catch his ear, he turned
sharply round, and said, 'Eh? What?'
'We can hardly expect them to sell the bird, against their own desire,'
she faltered. 'If they prefer to keep him--'
'Prefer to keep him!' he echoed. 'These people, who go tramping about
the country a-pilfering and vagabondising on all hands, prefer to keep
a bird, when a landed proprietor and a justice asks his price! That old
woman's been to school. I know she has. Don't tell me no,' he roared to
the widow, 'I say, yes.'
Barnaby's mother pleaded guilty to the accusation, and hoped there was
no harm in it.
'No harm!' said the gentleman. 'No. No harm. No harm, ye old rebel, not
a bit of harm. If my clerk was here, I'd set ye in the stocks, I would,
or lay ye in jail for prowling up and down, on the look-out for petty
larcenies, ye limb of a gipsy. Here, Simon, put these pilferers out,
shove 'em into the road, out with 'em! Ye don't want to sell the bird,
ye that come here to beg, don't ye? If they an't out in double-quick,
set the dogs upon 'em!'
They waited for no further dismissal, but fled precipitately, leaving
the gentleman to storm away by himself (for the poor lady had already
retreated), and making a great many vain attempts to silence Grip, who,
excited by the noise, drew corks enough for a city feast as they hurried
down the avenue, and appeared to congratulate himself beyond measure on
having been the cause of the disturbance.
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