"
"Harry," exclaimed Miss Laura, "can't you take me to see them?"
"Yes, indeed; mother often drives over to take them little things, and
we'll go, too, sometime. I'd like to see Jacobs myself, now that he is a
decent fellow. Strange to say, though he hadn't the best of character,
no one has ever suspected him of the robbery, and he's been cunning
enough never to say a word about it. Father says Jacobs is like all the
rest of us. There's mixture of good and evil in him, and sometimes one
predominates, and sometimes the other. But we must get on and not talk
here all day. Get up, Fleetfoot."
"Where did you say we were going?" asked Miss Laura, as we crossed the
bridge over the river.
"A little way back here in the woods," he replied. "There's an
Englishman on a small clearing that he calls Penhollow. Father loaned
him some money three years ago, and he won't pay either interest or
principal."
"I think I've heard of him," said Miss Laura "Isn't he the man whom the
boys call Lord Chesterfield?"
"The same one. He's a queer specimen of a man. Father has always stood
up for him. He has a great liking for the English.
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