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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 87 pages of information about The Adventures Harry Richmond Volume 2.
the direction of my steps; my plans were hinted at; particulars were not stated on the plea that there should be no tellings; it was remarked that I ought to have fair play and ‘law.’  Kiomi said she hoped he would not catch me.  The tramp winced with vexation, and the gipsies chaffed him.  I thanked them in my heart for their loyal conduct.  Creeping under cover of the dell I passed round to the road over a knoll of firs as quick as my feet could carry me, and had just cried, ’Now I’m safe’; when a lady stepping from a carriage on the road, caught me in her arms and hugged me blind.  It was my aunt Dorothy.

CHAPTER VIII

JANET ILCHESTER

I was a prisoner, captured by fraud, and with five shillings and a penny still remaining to me for an assurance of my power to enjoy freedom.  Osric and Kiomi did not show themselves on the road, they answered none of my shouts.

‘She is afraid to look me in the face,’ I said, keeping my anger on Kiomi.

‘Harry, Harry,’ said my aunt, ’they must have seen me here; do you grieve, and you have me, dear?’

Her eager brown eyes devoured me while I stood panting to be happy, if only I might fling my money at Kiomi’s feet, and tell her, ’There, take all I have; I hate you!’ One minute I was curiously perusing the soft shade of a moustache on my aunt’s upper lip; the next, we jumped into the carriage, and she was my dear aunt Dorothy again, and the world began rolling another way.

The gipsies had made an appointment to deliver me over to my aunt; Farmer Eckerthy had spoken of me to my grandfather; the tramp had fetched Mr. Rippenger on the scene.  Rippenger paid the tramp, I dare say; my grandfather paid Rippenger’s bill and for Saddlebank’s goose; my aunt paid the gipsies, and I think it doubtful that they handed the tramp a share, so he came to the end of his list of benefits from not asking questions.

I returned to Riversley more of a man than most boys of my age, and more of a child.  A small child would not have sulked as I did at Kiomi’s behaviour; but I met my grandfather’s ridiculous politeness with a man’s indifference.

‘So you’re back, sir, are you!’

‘I am, sir.’

’Ran like a hare, ‘stead of a fox, eh?’

‘I didn’t run like either, sir.’

‘Do you ride?’

‘Yes, sir; a horse.’

That was his greeting and how I took it.  I had not run away from him, so I had a quiet conscience.

He said, shortly after, ’Look here; your name is Harry Richmond in my house—­do you understand?  My servants have orders to call you Master Harry Richmond, according to your christening.  You were born here, sir, you will please to recollect.  I’ll have no vagabond names here’—­he puffed himself hot, muttering, ‘Nor vagabond airs neither.’

I knew very well what it meant.  A sore spirit on my father’s behalf kept me alive to any insult of him; and feeling that we were immeasurably superior to the Beltham blood, I merely said, apart to old Sewis, shrugging my shoulders, ’The squire expects me to recollect where I was born.  I’m not likely to forget his nonsense.’

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