"That," said Peter, turning slowly to his brother, "was nibby-gibby."
"Tamsin mou't ha' communicated wi' the guard," responded Paul, "on'y
that, wi'out sufficient reason, wud ha' been not exceedin' saxty
shillin'. Do 'ee think 'twud ha' been held sufficient reason?"
"I dunno. I reckon they mou't ha' made et two-pund-ten, all things
conseddered," said his brother thoughtfully, "but there's no
knawin'."
It is always hateful to say good-bye to friends, and here, with his
leave, the reader shall be left to guess on the later fortunes of
Tamsin and Mr. Fogo, the Twins and Caleb. It may be, if he care, and
the Fates so order it, he shall some day follow them through new
adventures; but it will be far from Troy Town. And for the present
they shall fare as his imagination pleases.
Of Tamsin, however, who is thus left with her good or sorry fortune
before her, something shall be hinted. Public opinion at Troy
condemned her marriage. As Miss Limpenny neatly asked, "If we were
all to marry beneath us, pray where should we stop?" "We should go
on," replied the Admiral, "_ad libitum_." I am inclined to think he
meant "_ad infinitum_;" but the argument is quite as cogent as it
stands.
And yet, since they returned to Kit's House, which they did after an
absence of three years, Mr.
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