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Old
Featherstone
no
sooner
caught
sight
of
these
funereal
figures
appearing
in
spite
of
his
orders
than
rage
came
to
strengthen
him
more
successfully
than
the
cordial
.
He
was
propped
up
on
a
bed
-
rest
,
and
always
had
his
gold
-
headed
stick
lying
by
him
.
He
seized
it
now
and
swept
it
backwards
and
forwards
in
as
large
an
area
as
he
could
,
apparently
to
ban
these
ugly
spectres
,
crying
in
a
hoarse
sort
of
screech
—
"
Back
,
back
,
Mrs
.
Waule
!
Back
,
Solomon
!
"
"
Oh
,
Brother
.
Peter
,
"
Mrs
.
Waule
began
—
but
Solomon
put
his
hand
before
her
repressingly
.
He
was
a
large
-
cheeked
man
,
nearly
seventy
,
with
small
furtive
eyes
,
and
was
not
only
of
much
blander
temper
but
thought
himself
much
deeper
than
his
brother
Peter
;
indeed
not
likely
to
be
deceived
in
any
of
his
fellow
-
men
,
inasmuch
as
they
could
not
well
be
more
greedy
and
deceitful
than
he
suspected
them
of
being
.
Even
the
invisible
powers
,
he
thought
,
were
likely
to
be
soothed
by
a
bland
parenthesis
here
and
there
—
coming
from
a
man
of
property
,
who
might
have
been
as
impious
as
others
.
"
Brother
Peter
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
wheedling
yet
gravely
official
tone
,
"
It
’
s
nothing
but
right
I
should
speak
to
you
about
the
Three
Crofts
and
the
Manganese
.
The
Almighty
knows
what
I
’
ve
got
on
my
mind
—
"
"
Then
he
knows
more
than
I
want
to
know
,
"
said
Peter
,
laying
down
his
stick
with
a
show
of
truce
which
had
a
threat
in
it
too
,
for
he
reversed
the
stick
so
as
to
make
the
gold
handle
a
club
in
case
of
closer
fighting
,
and
looked
hard
at
Solomon
’
s
bald
head
.
"
There
’
s
things
you
might
repent
of
,
Brother
,
for
want
of
speaking
to
me
,
"
said
Solomon
,
not
advancing
,
however
.
"
I
could
sit
up
with
you
to
-
night
,
and
Jane
with
me
,
willingly
,
and
you
might
take
your
own
time
to
speak
,
or
let
me
speak
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
shall
take
my
own
time
—
you
needn
’
t
offer
me
yours
,
"
said
Peter
.
"
But
you
can
’
t
take
your
own
time
to
die
in
,
Brother
,
"
began
Mrs
.
Waule
,
with
her
usual
woolly
tone
.
"
And
when
you
lie
speechless
you
may
be
tired
of
having
strangers
about
you
,
and
you
may
think
of
me
and
my
children
"
—
but
here
her
voice
broke
under
the
touching
thought
which
she
was
attributing
to
her
speechless
brother
;
the
mention
of
ourselves
being
naturally
affecting
.
"
No
,
I
shan
’
t
,
"
said
old
Featherstone
,
contradictiously
.
"
I
shan
’
t
think
of
any
of
you
.
