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A figure was dimly-seen coming up through the bushes, along the track just mentioned, and directly after, it became fully visible as Master Rayburn with his fish-creel on his back, and rod on shoulder; and they saw the old man stop short and cry: "Shade of good Queen Bess! What's the meaning of this?" Neither of the lads answered, for a feeling of confusion which troubled them.
Fopling's; he could not decide just how to lay hold on the sibyl of the golden locks. Perceiving him wandering in his wits, Dorothy took him up warmly. "Can't you see Bess is laughing at you?" she cried. "You know her so much better than I," argued Richard, in extenuation of his dullness. "Some day I hope to be so well acquainted with Miss Marklin as to know when she laughs."
Nan made a mental note to write Bess Harley all about the meal and the service, for Bess was always interested in anything that seemed "aristocratic," and to the unsophisticated girl from Tillbury the style of the dining car seemed really luxurious.
"With him along we can be more at ease," said Cora. "Yes, we won't always have to be worrying that one of the cylinders is missing, or that a new spark plug is needed," added Bess. "Oh, I do hope we can soon start!" sighed Belle. "This suspense is terrible!"
"That means 'here lies' and nobody is telling stories." "She's got her Latin and Shakesperean English most awfully mixed," giggled one of the other girls. "And 'varlet' is the wrong gender, anyway," observed Bess. "Silence!" commanded the Mistress of Ceremonies. "Silence in the ranks. Will she not don the costume?"
"Who wants to be saved?" demanded the smaller girl, looking up at the three older ones out of the hood of the shawl she had clung to so desperately. "What youse savin' me from?" Bess grew more excited. "Why, Nan!" she cried. "It is it must be! Don't you see who she is?" Nan was already looking down into the dark, shrewd and thin countenance of the little one with a smile of recognition.
"But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. On that night, that fatal night, Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising in my heart. On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and became what I am." "On that night, you first met me, love," said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew. "And me," added Mrs. Maggot tenderly.
"Any sign of Jack?" a voice called from the open door, and Betty appeared. "Nary sign." "Of the Indians, then?" "Well, Betts, they left you a token of their regard," and Colonel Zane smiled as he took a broken halter from the fence. "Madcap?" cried Betty. "Yes, they've taken Madcap and Bess." "Oh, the villains! Poor pony," exclaimed Betty indignantly.
In travelling through Persia, one often observes things that suggest very strikingly those "good old days" of Queen Bess.
"With whom, an it please you?" said the man, surprised at the demand; and then looking upon the mean equipage of her who used towards him such a tone of authority, he added, with insolence, "Why, what Bess of Bedlam is this would ask to see my lord on such a day as the present?" "Friend," said the Countess, "be not insolent my business with the Earl is most urgent."
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