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There is a favourite story of General Amherst, who during the war was sent down by the river to attack Montreal, with three hundred and fifty men, and the first intimation which the inhabitants received of the intended surprise was through the bodies of the ill-fated detachment, clothed in the well- known scarlet, floating by their city, the victims of the ignorance or treachery of the pilot.
She was still struggling with her emotion. Amherst recoiled. He was torn with conflicting thoughts. What if he had been seen giving that involuntary salute? He might have ruined her peace for ever. Who would believe in the truth of any possible explanation? "I will leave you at once;" he said stiffly, "there is nothing more to be said." "Oh!
AMHERST, Cicely's convalescence once assured, had been obliged to go back to Hanaford; but some ten days later, on hearing from Mrs. Ansell that the little girl's progress was less rapid than had been hoped, he returned to his father-in-law's for a Sunday. He came two days after the talk recorded in the last chapter a talk of which Mrs. Ansell's letter to him had been the direct result.
Amherst made no allusion to what had passed, asked for no details, offered no reassurances behaved as if the whole episode had been effaced from his mind. And from Wyant there came no sound: he seemed to have disappeared from life as he had from their talk. Toward the end of the week Amherst announced that he must return to Hanaford; and Justine at once declared her intention of going with him.
A word from you would have given me a start in New York and I'd be willing to begin again as an interne or a doctor's assistant. "I have never reminded you of what you owe me, and I should not do so now if I hadn't been to hell and back since I saw you. But I suppose you would rather have me remind you than apply to Mr. Amherst. You can tell me when to call for my answer."
Lord Amherst, the ambassador to China, was on board, and in great glee with the sight of what had been enacted before him; for although, as I have always said, these scenes are not of a nature to bear agreeable description, they certainly are amusing enough to see for once.
Amherst, meanwhile, leaving the provincials to work at the fort, embarked with the regulars in bateaux, and proceeded on his northern way till, on the evening of the twelfth, a head-wind began to blow, and, rising to a storm, drove him for shelter into Ligonier Bay, on the west side of the lake. On the thirteenth, it blew a gale.
Both sides knew that September must be the closing month of the drama, and French hopes rose. There was bad news for them from Lake Champlain; but it might have been much worse. Amherst was advancing towards Montreal very slowly.
"To where...we were...before?" she whispered; and he whispered back: "To where we were before." There was a scraping of chairs on the floor, and with a sense of release Amherst saw that the colloquy in the window was over.
Langhope is cut off from his usual amusements, I'm afraid that would only make him more lonely." "Yes, I suppose so." She put aside her untasted cup, resting her elbows on her knees, and her chin on her clasped hands, in the attitude habitual to her in moments of inward debate. Amherst rose and seated himself on the sofa beside her. "Dear!
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