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She could look grand as a Greek goddess, calm and inscrutably imposing as the Venus of Milo; but she could also play Perdita, and dance with her enslaved ones like a veritable little witch. Robert Cassall was captured there could not be much error about that. He asked, with a sudden snap of teeth and lips which made his niece start: "And how much do you want to coax out of me, Miss Molly.

There's your cheque-book, and you are to draw at Yarmouth or London for any amount that you may think necessary. And now I fancy that is about all I need say." Then Mr. Cassall smiled on his dumb-foundered hearers. Ferrier said, "I must eventually stay on shore, I fear.

Cassall placed a kennel on the lawn with a very large and truculent brindled bulldog as tenant; over the kennel he coiled a garden hose, and above the bulldog's portal appeared the words, "For Foreign Missions." This seems too shocking to be true, and I fancy the whole tale was hatched in the City. Certainly Mr.

"Tell them, if they do, you lose your contract and they lose their work." So the splendid little steamer grew apace; she was composite, and Cassall took care that she should be strong. The most celebrated living designer of yachts had offered to make the drawings for nothing, out of mere fondness for Cassall, but the old gentleman paid his heavy fee.

How prettily this stern, composed young woman could put on artful airs of youthfulness when she chose! How she had that firm, far-seeing old man held in position, ready to be twirled round her rosy finger! Which of us is not held in bondage by some creature of the kind? Unhappy the man who misses that sweet and sacred slavery. Mr. Cassall wrinkled his grim face not unpleasantly. "Go on; go on.

Cassall said: "Now, Marion, you and Miss Lena must stay with us. She's not an orator like you; she was meant for a mouse, but you can do all the talk you like. And now, gentlemen, let me lay a few statements before you. I shall talk shorthand style if I can. First, I want Mr. Ferrier to be our first medical director, and I wish him to take the steamer on her first cruise.

His high Roman nose, penthouse brows, quick jetty eye, square well-hung chin, and above all his sturdy, decided gait all marked him for a Man every inch, and he did not belie his appearance, for no manlier being walks broad England than Robert Cassall. He was listening a little fretfully to his niece, but her strength and sweetness kept him from becoming too touchy.

"Did you ever know any one so clever as Marion?" she inquired, with quite the air of an elderly person accustomed to judge intellects. "We knew she could do anything with Mr. Cassall, but we never expected this. And now, Mr. Ferrier, you won't go and get drowned in nasty cabins any more, and you'll have your sailors all under your eye, and no more degenerate sea-sick ladies to plague you.

If you talk much more I shall ask him a question or two. Go on with your secretary's duties, you naughty girl." So ended the enslavement of Robert Cassall, and so, I hope, began his immortality. Oh! Marion Dearsley; sweet English lady. This is what you were turning over in your maiden meditations out at sea. Demure, deep, delicious plotter. What a coup!

He maintained his serenity, and calmly calculated pounds and shillings with all the methodic coolness of a banker's clerk. On the Sunday evening he was asked to confer privately with Mr. Cassall, and Ferrier was left free.