"Ben the Gorilla! Ben the Gorilla! Give him tar and feathers!" Reuben felt that Tilly was at the bottom of his rival's success. She was practical and saving, the very virtues which Realf lacked and the want of which might have wrecked him. She doubtless was responsible for the good condition of his orchards and the immunity of his hops; she had probably told her husband of that insect-spray of her father's攚hich had failed him that summer, being too much diluted by the fool who mixed it, but had proved a miracle of devastation in other years. "What did your master take last?" For some obscure reason Caro did not like to see [Pg 284]herself credited with the harshness of inexperience. She did her best to assume an air of worldly toleration. 开心情色站_开心播播网_开心五月天_五月天开心激情网 Arrived at the hotel he learned that the horse, which he had left at Oakstead on the previous evening, had been sent to the stables, with strict injunctions that he should be notified accordingly, immediately on his arrival,攖he friendly act, no doubt, of old Bruno. Oakstead, the estate of Godfrey Bergan, was separated from the lands of the Hall by the small river攐r "creek," in local parlance攚hich has before been mentioned. The pleasant dwelling of the owner stood not far from a picturesque bend of the stream, commanding a view of its tawny, slumberous current for a considerable distance up and down,攁 view made up of gentlest curves and softest coloring only, yet with enough of quiet beauty to arrest Bergan's feet, for some moments, on the oak-shadowed lawn.