It turned the beer in her stomach, she said--and now she was lying
down. As he went out of the yard, a cloud came over the sun, and Bella
felt the chill. She had the goose-flesh all up her back. That, they say,
betokens a person walking over your grave. Somewhere in England we all
have our grave-ground lying green under turf. It awaits the spade and the
hour. In the morning it is green and groweth up--this was Mrs. Benson's
piece, but Minnie had the rest of the stage.
The saddle-horse came flinging into the yard at one o'clock--no later.
That's certain, because Frodsham was at his after-dinner pipe--or should
have been: instead of which he came running in after him. Just about that
time, or maybe a little before, Mr. Menzies had been asking for Struan?
Where was he? Did anyone ever see such a wastrel? No man's account, he
called him. Mrs. Benson tolled her apes and tigers all.
It was Minnie had seen the Master when the bell pealed. She had gone with
her heart in her mouth--and oh, his collar and tie! His red ear! She had
never seen anything like his face, and never must again on this side of
the tomb. Wicked, oh, wicked! He showed his teeth. His face was as white
as a clout.
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