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Brownsmith’s Boy

CHAPTER SEVEN
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Why, master, I'm ashamed on yer.

I wouldn't even ha' done it to you." I felt sorry for Ike, and my sympathies were against Old Brownsmith, who seemed to be treating him rather hardly, especially when he said shortly: "Did you fasten off that hind rope ?" "Yes, master, I did fasten off that hind rope," growled Ike.
"Then, now you're out o' breath with talking, go and get your sleep.
Don't start later than twelve." Ike uttered a low grunt, and went off with his hands in his pockets, and Old Brownsmith came and laid his hand upon my shoulder.
"Pretty well bed-time, Grant, my boy.

Let's go in." I followed him in, feeling rather low-spirited, but when he had lit a candle he turned to me with a grim smile.
"Ike didn't like what I said to him, but it won't do him any harm." I looked at him, wondering how he could treat it all so coolly, but he turned off the conversation to something else, and soon after he showed me my bedroom--a neat clean chamber at the back, and as I opened the window to look out at the moon I found that there was a vine growing up a thick trellis right up to and round it, the leaves regularly framing it in.
There was a comfortable-looking bed, and my box just at the foot, and I was so weary and low-spirited that I was not long before I was lying down on my left side, for I could not lie on my right on account of my shoulder being bad.
As I lay there I could look out on the moon shining among the vine leaves, and it seemed to me that I ought to get out and draw down the blind; but while I was still thinking about it I suppose I must have dropped asleep, for the next thing that seemed to occur was that I was looking at the window, and it was morning, and as I lay trying to think where I was I saw something move gently just outside.
At first I thought it was fancy, and that the soft morning light had deceived me, or that one of the vine leaves had been moved by the wind; but no, there was something moving just as Shock's head used to come among the young shoots of the plum-trees above the wall, and, sure enough, directly after there was that boy's head with his eyes above the sill, staring right in upon me as I lay in bed..


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