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"Not very likely, in this wild region," she answered with perfect composure, although a slight blush came to her cheek as she spoke. The lieutenant having given directions to Pat to remain and do his duty, charging him not to get drunk again, and to come on with the sergeant as soon as he was able to travel, we were on the point of mounting our horses, when Bartle came up.
Of late he's got very much out o' favor, in regard of not comin' in to what people wish." "Speak plainer, Bartle; I'm in the dark now." "There's work goin' on in the counthry, that you and every one like you ought to be up to; but you know nothin', as I said, about it.
But to the last Uncle Jeff was not fully persuaded that the Indians would venture to approach the place, as they must have known that we were prepared for their reception. The day drew on, but still Bartle did not return; and we began to hope that after all no enemy would appear.
"That's twice you spoke about that one thing," said Connor, somewhat sharply, for he felt hurt at the obstinacy of the other, in continuing a subject so distressing to him; "but," he continued, in a milder tone, "tell me, Bartle, for goodness' sake, what it is, an' let us put an' end to the discoorse. I'm sure it must be unpleasant to both of us."
"Of use! an' how would we account for being there at all, Connor? how would you do it, at any rate, widout maybe bringin' the girl into blame?" "You're right agin, Bartle; I'm not half so cool as you are; our best plan is to go home " "And go to bed; it is; an' the sooner we're there the better; sowl, Connor, you gev me a murdherin' crash."
"Every one knows, Connor, that if your mother an' you had your way an' will, your father wouldn't be sich a screw as he is." "In the meantime, don't forget that he is my father, Bartle, an' above all things, remimber that I'll allow no man to speak disparagingly of him in my presence."
The missis was saying, Adam, as the preaching was the only fault to be found wi' Dinah, and Mr. Irwine says, 'But you mustn't find fault with her for that, Mrs. Poyser; you forget she's got no husband to preach to. I'll answer for it, you give Poyser many a good sermon. The parson had thee there," Mr. Poyser added, laughing unctuously. "I told Bartle Massey on it, an' he laughed too."
If he hadn't had so much hard work to do, poor fellow, he might have gone into the higher branches, and then this might never have happened might never have happened." Bartle was heated by the exertion of walking fast in an agitated frame of mind, and was not able to check himself on this first occasion of venting his feelings.
He was an essentially practical young man who dined at half-past six every evening, having lunched on no more than bread-and-cheese and a glass of ale, and he also had his evenings well mapped out. "I know that already, sir." "Aye, aye, but you'll know more of it later on," replied Bartle.
It was the statue of Sir Bartle Frere, and these were the gardens beneath the terrace of the National Liberal Club. It was here that I had first met her. The dripping trees seemed to hold the echo of the words spoken when their leaves were green: "Will you please to tell me what I shall do?"
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