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

above all, a force which awed her in spite of herself. She determined to be on her guard<br />

with him, and not to commit herself by any foolish speech. But at first sight of these<br />

intrusive railings all her resolutions took flight, and she turned to Simon indignantly.<br />

“If this is what you have brought me to see," she cried, "I do not like it at all."<br />

“Do not be in too great a hurry," he said, with his quiet smile. “See, there is a stile here;<br />

shall we cross it and examine a little further?”<br />

Without waiting for a reply he swung himself over it, and then extended a hand to<br />

Rachel.<br />

"Thank you, I do not need your help," she returned petulantly. “I have no mind to climb<br />

the stile. I can see anything that is to be seen from here.”<br />

“I think not," he said, still smiling; "not just now at least. Pray, Miss Charnock, oblige<br />

me in this small matter." His hand was extended still, and, after a moment's hesitation,<br />

she condescended to touch it with the tips of her fingers. In another moment she stood<br />

on the ground by his side.<br />

"Come a little this way, if you please," he said. “On the other side of yonder copse we<br />

shall find what we seek."<br />

She walked along in silence, and presently beheld on the farther side of the plantation in<br />

question a herd of diminutive cattle — curious, shaggy creatures, for the most part of a<br />

slate-grey in colour — and without a horn among them.<br />

Simon walked up to the nearest of them and began to stroke and rub its woolly head;<br />

then he turned towards Rachel.<br />

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"Well, Miss Charnock, here are my Scotch cattle —Galloways — a hornless breed, you<br />

see. I think you can have no fear of them, for they could not gore or toss you if they<br />

tried. But, in case you might even yet feel alarmed at their proximity, I have railed off<br />

this portion of the park, so that you may walk undisturbed about the remainder."<br />

She did not answer, and, leaving the cow, he returned to her; being surprised to see, as<br />

he drew near her, that her face was grave and downcast.

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