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

about the mouth and the sweet gracious eyes. Far more lines than were to be seen in the<br />

face of Simon's invalid mother; and yet surely she was the elder of the two. Simon stood<br />

in the lady's presence, and her eyes travelled slowly over his face and figure with a<br />

certain curious regretful gaze which made the boy feel both shy and sad. When she at<br />

length<br />

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broke silence, however, she gave no indication of her previous thoughts. She spoke<br />

English well, but with a slight foreign accent that the boy thought rather pretty.<br />

"You were very good to my little girl yesterday. I thank you for it with all my heart.<br />

Some boys would not have been so kind to a little stranger."<br />

Simon blushed fiery red and made no answer. "I suppose," she continued, "it is your<br />

mother who has taught you to be so gentle?"<br />

"No, madam,” returned Simon, "it is my father."<br />

As she looked questioningly at him, her surprise being evident, the sound of a firm and<br />

somewhat ponderous tread was heard descending the stairs and crossing the hall, and<br />

Simon hastening to the door opened it. Mr. <strong>Fleetwood</strong> came in carrying, as was his<br />

custom, his wife in his arms. He set her gently on the ground, and while she made her<br />

apologies and explanations to the visitor, he and Simon wheeled forward the couch and<br />

arranged the cushions.<br />

"I think you ought to lie down, my dear," he said, addressing his wife, who had<br />

remained standing. "I am sure you will excuse her, ma'am," he explained, turning to<br />

Mrs. Charnock. “My wife is not in good health, and she is very subject to a kind of<br />

giddiness when she first comes down of a morning."<br />

<strong>The</strong> Squire's lady having added her entreaties to his, Mrs. <strong>Fleetwood</strong> was induced to lie<br />

down, and submitted, with the languid pleasure with which an invalid usually accepts<br />

such attention in the presence of an interested onlooker, to the comfortable adjustment<br />

of her cushions and the covering of her feet with a shawl. Simon, who had assisted in<br />

carrying out these arrangements, now obeyed a signal to withdraw, and father and son<br />

respectfully took their leave of their guest.<br />

Mrs. <strong>Fleetwood</strong> had closed her eyes for a moment—

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