I Forbid the Banns! — page 160: what you’re looking at

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I50 “7 FORBID THE BANNS!” that Eric grasped a handful of air with his usual hearti- ness. Julian had turned his back on him and was talking to Bertha before the ex-overseer had quite recovered from a course of treatment to which he was not accustomed. Hitherto he had always been the rude man—what is the good of having your heart in the right place unless it admits of your being rude with impunity ?. Here, however, was a man who, without enjoying a reputation for having his heart in the right place, claimed the privilege of being extremely offensive!) Eric Vicars was certainly not accus- tomed to this sort of thing, Neither was he accustomed to be in the room with Ber- that while another man was talking to her, and in a low, exclusive tone of voice. He only wished that he had a chance of meeting that fellow with the slim figure and the fashionably cut coat in the neighborhood of the stockyard while the cattle were being driven in. He might cut a dash among the swells—perhaps he was a masher, or maybe a Johnnie—in London, but what a fool he would be with a stock whip! His honest heart was filled with a sense of his Own superiority, if it came to a question of driving cattle. And yet here was this fellow Charlton, who knew nothing whatever about cattle driving, actually insulting him, Eric, who was a complete master of the arts of driving and branding and horning! The thing was simply monstrous. He looked out of the window and began to whistle. Gomichookssco