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Aunt Emily was, however, delighted with all she saw the trees, the birds, the animals; and much indeed there was to admire during the rides she and two or three of the girls were accustomed to take, either with Mr Berrington or Paul, Harry or Reginald. All apprehension of an attack from the blacks had subsided, and they frequently rode to a considerable distance from Stratton.
Hardly had I finished observing all this, and a great deal more besides, when a voice at my elbow exclaimed: "Good evening, Mr. Berrington. I wonder, now, if you'll remember me eh?" As I turned, I instantly recognized the speaker. "Of course I recollect you Mrs.
At the same moment the figure turned quickly away, and then Laura saw that it was accompanied by another, that of a tall gentleman with a light beard which shone in the dusk. The two persons retreated together dodged out of sight, as it were, disappearing in the gloom or in the labyrinth of the objects exhibited. The whole encounter was but the business of an instant. 'Was it Mrs. Berrington? Mr.
He had hurried down to the gun-boat in time to prevent her departure, had told his story, and had just come from her to say that her captain would like much to see Mr Berrington. On hearing this, Edgar again started up and eagerly ordered the native policeman to guide him to the gun-boat in question without another moment's delay.
There was no stream of light through the little round ventilator in the shutter, so that Berrington did not need to be told that the hour was eleven o'clock at night. "By Jove, what a time I've slept," the soldier muttered. "What's that?" Loud voices downstairs, voices of men quarrelling. Berrington pulled the whistle out of the tube and listened.
"What's the good of all that foreign cat's meat to an honest Englishman? Give me a steak and plain potatoes and a decanter of brandy." The brandy came before the steak, and Richford helped himself liberally to the liquid. Berrington was a little astonished. He had more than once heard Richford boast that he was positively a teetotaller.
Berrington, whom she liked because she was so simple, and old Lady Davenant, who was staying with her and who was interesting for reasons with which simplicity had nothing to do. Plash was the dower-house and about a mile and a half, through the park, from Mellows.
For a little time after that, silence. Then voices began to boom downstairs, voices in strange accents that seemed to be demanding something. Evidently foreigners of some kind, Berrington thought, as he strained his ears to catch something definite. Sartoris seemed to be pleading for somebody, and the others were stern and determined.
Poor Mrs Berrington continued bemoaning her hard fate in coming to such a country. "But, my dear Augusta," said Mrs Hugh, "no harm has happened to those we love, and we ought not to mistrust God. You and I have gone through numerous trials and troubles, and have been mercifully preserved through them all."
He was tall and thin, a rather ascetic-looking individual of middle age, with small, intelligent eyes set far back in his head, bushy brows and a clean-shaven face clearly an American. He stood looking at me for a moment or two, then said: "Mr. Berrington, I think." I started, for my make-up was perfect still, and I firmly believed that none had penetrated my disguise.
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