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

"No, Mr. Renshaw," responded Simon sternly, "I have not brought her home. For the<br />

rest, you will hear it all, no doubt, in good time. Has not Mr. Charnock told you how<br />

matters stand?"<br />

"I have not seen Mr. Charnock since yesterday' afternoon," responded the other; "he was<br />

then in such a state of mind between wrath and grief that I was obliged to send Mr.<br />

Richmond to cup him. He told me some queer things, I must own, being ready to blab<br />

anything in his angry mood. Now I understand, Master Simon, your motive in making<br />

what I took to be such a one-sided treaty with the Squire. Faith, you fly high, young<br />

man, but apparently you do not fly far."<br />

<strong>The</strong> lawyer paused to cackle drily at his own joke, and then continued:<br />

"When you did take wing, I wonder you did not make more speed. <strong>The</strong> Squire, poor<br />

man, was too much undone to fly after you; but he informed me that, on his nephew's<br />

arrival, he at once despatched him in pursuit of you. Did he then come up with you?"<br />

"Yes," said Simon, "and carried his cousin with him to London."<br />

“And you let her go like that?" exclaimed the lawyer involuntarily. "Pooh! when you<br />

had gone so far you might as well have stuck to her. No, no, I don't mean that, of<br />

course. It was very well done of you, my young<br />

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friend, and I — I am rejoiced that you should have shown yourself so sensible and<br />

amenable."<br />

He paused, took another pinch of snuff, and suddenly leaning forward and clapping his<br />

hands upon his knees, broke out again:—<br />

"But what beats me is how the mischief you ever came to do such a thing at all — such<br />

inconceivable folly! And you, Simon, whom I thought a very rock of sense. What in the<br />

name of fortune made you forget yourself thus? You must have been mad!"<br />

"Yes," agreed Simon, "I must have been mad. I suppose I was mad."<br />

Mr. Renshaw slowly straightened himself, and cast another sidelong look at him.<br />

Simon's worn, dejected face and dull, lifeless voice touched him. "Well, since you

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