"
"Lord Rufford has got nothing to do with it"
"The wood belongs to him," said Mrs. Masters.
"Foxes are much better than turkeys anyway," said Kate Masters.
"If you don't hold your tongue, miss, you'll be sent to bed. The
wood belongs to his lordship, and the foxes are a nuisance."
"He keeps the foxes for the county, and where would the county be
without them?" began Larry. "What is it brings money into such a
place as this?"
"To Runciman's stables and Harry Stubbings and the like of them.
What money does it bring in to steady honest people?"
"Look at all the grooms," said Larry.
"The impudentest set of young vipers about the place," said the
lady.
"Look at Grice's business." Grice was the saddler.
"Grice indeed! What's Grice?"
"And the price of horses?"
"Yes;--making everything dear that ought to be cheap. I don't see
and I never shall see and I never will see any good in extravagant
idleness. As for Kate she shall never go out hunting again. She has
torn Mary's habit to pieces. And shooting is worse. Why is a man to
have a flock of voracious cormorants come down upon his corn
fields? I'm The American Senator, all in favour of Goarly, and so,
I tell you, Mr. Twentyman." After this poor Larry went away,
finding that he had no opportunity for saying a word to Mary
Masters.
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