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Claas Tucano 480 320 Repair Manual
Claas Tucano 480 320 Repair Manual
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TUCANO 480-320 Manual de reparatii Number of pages: 1688 pages 00 0290 218
5 - Claas RHB TUCANO 480-320 - 10/2013
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The task which Olive had set herself was anything but
congenial. However, she went through with it bravely, and
for upwards of an hour she steeled herself to endure the
smokiness of the cabins and the ancient and fish-like
smells, the maunderings of the old crones and the
distracting yells of the babies, without flinching. She had a
bright smile and a cheerful word for all as they grumbled or
whined—according to temperament—that it was “mortal
long since she’d bin near them,” and pretended to think it
was not one word for herself and six for the basket she
carried, but the other way about. She endured all this right
manfully, and when it came to an end, with a sigh of relief,
she tripped lightly down the beach to revel in the fresh sea
air and a sense of duty done.
“Well met!”
“I can more than half believe that,” he said. “But then why
don’t you delegate the rôle of Lord High Almoner to
someone else? There’s Turner, for instance. It would be just
in his line, I should think.”
A queer look, a wicked look, came into the girl’s face at the
mention of Turner.
“He wouldn’t undertake it for me. He’s angry with me. Mr
Dorrien, don’t you hate clergymen?”
“And why don’t you look shocked at my answer and say, ‘Er
—kindly remember that you are reflecting on my father’?
That’s how you ought to retort, etc, etc.”
“Naturally.”
“He wouldn’t?”
“Does it? And who was Hadden, and what the mischief
possessed him to try his hand at toboganning on such a
spot?”
“My property!”
Olive tried to feel angry. She could not even look it,
however. The tell-tale laugh rose to her eyes, curved the
witching little mouth—then out it came.
“Another commonplace.”
And what?
“But I want to go too. You must not expect to keep all the
honour and glory of this hairbreadth adventure to yourself.”
“You want to go, too! H’m! You’ll slip or turn giddy. The way
is infamous.”
“Not the ancestor this time,” he said. “It’s only good old
Roy. He’s getting tired of his own company down there, and
is remonstrating. Possibly, too, he has an eye on some stray
crustacean which invites assault, but that he will not desert
his post.”
Splash! Whish!
A blush came into the girl’s face. She had caught some of
his exhilaration, and gazed fearlessly at the tumbling seas.
Her cheeks were wet with the salt spray, and a soft, dark
tress which had escaped from its fastening kept blowing
across her eyes. Very beautifully did the excitement, dashed
with a tinge of apprehension, become her.
“Ha-ha! In luck are we, Jem Pollock? Glad to hear you say
so, because according to all the rules of that humbugging
old superstition of yours we ought to have come to mortal
grief. We’ve been exploring The Skegs.”
Was there yet time before they reached home for some
foretaste of that ill luck predicted by the superstitious
fishermen? Let us see. They were in great spirits as they
struck across the down, turning now and again to look back
at the storm-lashed sea, and mark how The Skegs were
now almost hidden in clouds of spray as the flying waves
leaped high against their slippery sides. At length, as they
reached the last stile a rumble of approaching wheels was
audible on the high road. Now this stile was in a shaky
condition, consequently a piece of the woodwork gave way
as Olive was in the act of crossing. She must have had a
nasty fall, but for the two ready hands prompt to set her
securely on her feet. Just then an open carriage swept
round the bend of the road from the direction of
Wandsborough. So rapidly did it whirl past that Roland had
not time to do more than recognise its occupants; yet in
that brief moment he took in everything—the pair of high-
stepping bays, the silver crest on the harness, even the
identity of the men on the box. But what he took in most
surely of all was the expression of furious anger through
which his father had regarded him, and the no less hostile
look on the cold impassive face of his mother.
Chapter Thirteen.
Breakers Ahead.
“Ah, yes, but there’s something in the wind. He’s far worse
than usual, and now he and the missis are hobnobbing
together in the library. Now, Nell, be a good girl and tell a
fellow what it’s all about.”
The girl made no reply, as she bent over her work, while her
brother sat uneasily swinging his legs, the apprehensive
frown deepening on his brow. Then they heard the door of
the study open and their father’s voice saying:
“And now, for the third time,” he said, “I shall have to get
you out of the embarrassment into which your own folly has
plunged you—but I shall not do so without exacting some
guarantee that you will make a good use of your time in
return. Your mother tells me that you and Roland are
invited to spend a fortnight at Ardleigh Court.”
”—And that is all? Yes? Then I need not detain you here any
further—except again to impress upon you the necessity of
attending to what I have been saying.”