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The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900 ... - Gredos

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

the young man. "We may expect him to do wonders now that he has so vast a field at<br />

his disposal."<br />

Simon smiled quietly, amused at the characteristic change of manner. <strong>The</strong> Squire's<br />

spirits were now rapidly rising, and his good humour had already returned. It pleased<br />

him to assume this jocular tone and to divert<br />

[195]<br />

himself with the fiction that <strong>Fleetwood</strong> had done rather a neat stroke of business for<br />

himself, and that any sense of obligation or expression of gratitude on his own part<br />

would be, therefore, quite out of place.<br />

“I do not understand," said Madam Charnock dubiously. "What is this management of<br />

which you are speaking?"<br />

"Tush, my dear, of course you do not understand. Ladies never understand business<br />

matters, and should not meddle with 'em. <strong>Fleetwood</strong> is going to be my manager for a<br />

time, or shall I say my tenant? He expects to improve my property vastly, and to make<br />

quite a little fortune for himself Well, good-night, good-night; call with Renshaw tomorrow,<br />

and we shall make final arrangements."<br />

Simon took the proffered hand, and then turned to the lady. She was still looking at him<br />

anxiously and doubtfully, but she, too, stretched out her hand.<br />

"Simon, Simon, this is a mad venture. You have staked high; what will happen if you<br />

lose?"<br />

“Madam," said Simon, bowing reverently over her hand, "I mean to win."<br />

[196]<br />

CHAPTER XVII.<br />

Ye little birds that sit and sing<br />

Amidst the shady valleys,<br />

And see how Phillis sweetly walks<br />

Within her garden alleys,<br />

Go, pretty birds, about her bower,

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