All on the Irish shore : Irish sketches . g a pebble into the rising tide that was verysoftly mouthing the seaweedy rocks below them. Well, heres Rupert; you can begin on him. Nothing would give me greater pleasure ! saidRuperts sister vindictively. A great teasing,squabbling baby ! Oh, how I hate fools ! and theyare both fools!—Oh, there you are, Rupert, a well-simulated blandness invading her voice; andwhats Fanny Fitz doing ? Shes trying to do a Mayo man over a horse-deal, replied Mr. Rupert Gunning. A horse-deal! repeated Mrs. Spicer incredu-lously. Fanny buying a horse ! Oh, impossible !
All on the Irish shore : Irish sketches . g a pebble into the rising tide that was verysoftly mouthing the seaweedy rocks below them. Well, heres Rupert; you can begin on him. Nothing would give me greater pleasure ! saidRuperts sister vindictively. A great teasing,squabbling baby ! Oh, how I hate fools ! and theyare both fools!—Oh, there you are, Rupert, a well-simulated blandness invading her voice; andwhats Fanny Fitz doing ? Shes trying to do a Mayo man over a horse-deal, replied Mr. Rupert Gunning. A horse-deal! repeated Mrs. Spicer incredu-lously. Fanny buying a horse ! Oh, impossible ! Well, I dont know about that, said Mr. Gun-ning, shes trying pretty hard. I gave her myopinion Ill take my oath you did, observed CaptainSpicer. And as she didnt seem to want it, I came away, continued Mr. Gunning imperturbably. Becalm, Maudie; it takes two days and two nights tobuy a horse in these parts ; youll be home in plentyof time to interfere, and heres the car. Dont wastethe morning. I never know if youre speaking the truth or. A SILENCE THAT WAS THE OUTCOME PARTLY OF STUPIDITY,PARTLY OF CAUTION, AND PARTLY OF LACK OF ENGLISHSPEECH. Fanny Fitzs Gamble. 35 no, complained Mrs. Spicer; nevertheless, shescrambled on to the car without delay. She andher brother had at least one point in common—the fanatic enthusiasm of the angler. In the meantime, Miss Fanny Fitzroys negotia-tions were proceeding in the hotel yard. Fannyherself was standing in a stable doorway, with herhands in the pockets of her bicycle skirt. She hadno hat on, and the mild breeze blew her hair about;it was light brown, with a brightness in it; her eyesalso were light brown, with gleams in them likethe shallow places in a Connemara trout this moment they were scanning with approval,tempered by anxiety, the muddy legs of a lean andlengthy grey filly, who was fearfully returning hergaze from between the strands of a touzled owner of the filly, a small man, with a facelike a serious
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