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Hino Truck Chasiss All Series Workshop Manuals 2019 en
Hino Truck Chasiss All Series Workshop Manuals 2019 en
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Giles Hopkins and John and Francis Billington slept in the new
house, now nearly finished, on Leyden Street. Therefore it happened
that Stephen Hopkins did not see his son until the morning after the
recovery of the papers.
"Well, Giles," said his father, with a smile that Giles took to be
mocking, but in which the father's hidden gratification really strove
to escape, "so you played a man's part with the Mayflower captain,
at the same time proving yourself? I am glad to get my papers, boy,
and glad that you have shown that you had no share in their loss,
but only in their return. Henceforth be somewhat less insolent when
appearances are against you; still better take care that appearances,
facts as well, are in your favour."
"Appearances are in the eye of the on-looker," said Giles, drawing
himself up and flushing angrily, though, had he but seen it, love and
pride in him shone in his father's eyes, though his tone and words
were careless, gruff indeed.
"If Dame Eliza is to be the glass through which you view me, then it
matters not what course I follow, for you will not see it straight. Nor
do I care to act to the end that you may not suspect me of being fit
for hanging. A gentleman's honour needs no proving, or else is
proved by his sword. And whatever you think of me, I can never
defend myself thus against my father. A father may insult his son
with impunity."
"But a boy may not speak insultingly to his father with impunity,
Master Giles Hopkins," said Stephen Hopkins, advancing close to the
lad with his quick temper afire. "One word more of such nature as I
just heard and I will have you publicly flogged, as you richly deserve,
and as our community would applaud."
Giles bowed, his face as angry as his father's, and passed on cutting
the young sprouts along the road with a stick he carried. And thus
the two burning hearts which loved each other—too similar to make
allowances for each other when the way was open to their
reconciliation—were further estranged than before.
In the meantime Constance, Priscilla, and the younger girls, were
starting out, tools in hand, baskets swinging on their arms, to
prepare the first garden of the colony.
"Thank—I mean I rejoice that we are not sent to work amid the
graves on the hillside," said Priscilla, altering her form of expression
to conform with the prescribed sobriety.
"Oh, that is to be planted with the Indian corn, you know," said
Constance. "It grows high, and will hide our graves. Why think of
that, Prissy? I want to be happy." She began to hum a quaint air of
her own making. She had by inheritance the gift of music, as the
kindred gift of love and taste for all beauty, a gift that should never
find expression in her new surroundings.
Presently she found words for her small tune and sang them,
swinging her basket in time with her singing and also swinging
Humility Cooper's hand as she walked, not without some danger of
dropping into a sort of dance step.
This is what she sang:
Over seas lies England;
Still we find this wing-land;
Birds and bees and butterflies flit about us here.
Eastward lies our Mother,
Loved as is no other,
Yet here flowers blossom with the springing year.