Close-fitted, erect, free-
moving, gracious as a young birch-tree. Master, she is the Holy One."
"You played Peeping Tom, my ingenuous young friend," said Senhouse, who
was fastidious in such matters.
But Clyde cried out, "God forbid! Are you prying when you look at the sun!
Master, you need not grudge the Pole. He is nothing."
"I grudge no man anything he can get of her," said Senhouse. "He will get
precisely what lies within his scope."
"He has the eyes of a rat," Glyde said.
Senhouse answered, "Rats and men alike seek their meat of the earth. And
the rats get rat-food, and the men man's food. Despoina's breasts are very
large." He turned to his poem, folded his jelab about his middle, and went
out over the downs. Glyde saw him no more that day, nor, indeed, till the
next morning, when he found him squatted over a pipkin simmering on the
fire.
The year went on its course, and windy March broke into a wet, warm April.
Glyde sat at the knees of his master, and imbibed learning and fundamental
morality. But now and then he absented himself for a day at a time, and
was understood to get news from Salisbury market. He came back one day
with a newspaper. Senhouse read without falter or comment:
"A marriage is arranged, and will take place in July, between Nevile
Ingram of Wanless Hall, Felsboro', Yorks, and Sanchia-Josepha, youngest
daughter of Thomas Welbore Percival of--Great Cumberland Place, W.
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