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And supposing she rolls you up and pitches you over, her noticing you is a pretty compliment to your pen. That 'll be consoling. Mr. Colesworth fancied, he said, that he was proof against feminine blandishments in the direction of his writings. He spoke as one indicating a thread to suggest a cable. The captain applauded the fancy as a pleasing delusion of the young sprigs of Journalism.
'I think I'll eat an egg, Kathleen replied. 'Bless the honey heart of the girl! Life's in you, my dear, and calls for fuel. I'm glad to see that Mr. Colesworth too can take a sight at the Sea-God after a night of him. It augurs magnificently for a future career. And let me tell you that the Pen demands it of us. The first of the requisites is a stout stomach before a furnished head!
The cares of nursing were Jane's almost undividedly, except for the aid she had from her friend Grace Barrow and from Miss Colesworth. Mrs. Adister O'Donnell was a nurse in name only.
Colesworth had sufficient quickness to perceive that the two questions could be answered as one, and saying: 'He was disappointed, revealed that he and Patrick had been long enough together to come to terms of intimacy. 'To be sure, he gave you a letter of introduction to his family! said Con. 'And permit me to add, that Patrick's choice of a friend is mine on trust.
Colesworth might perchance be a relative of the highly intelligent admirable lady who had undertaken the secretaryship, and by her vast ability got the entire management, of Miss Mattock's benevolent institution, and was conducting it with such success that it was fast becoming a grief to the generous heart of the foundress of the same to find it not only self-paying, but on the road to a fortune, inasmuch as it was already an article in the decrees of fashion among the nobility and gentry of both sexes in the metropolis to have their linen and laces washed at the Mattock laundry.
'Without any personal disfigurement: and is in England now, under her father's roof, meditating fresh adventures. Kathleen cried: 'Ye 're talking of the lady who was Miss Adister I can guess Ah! She humped her shoulders and sent a shudder up her neck. 'But she's a grand creature, Mr. Colesworth, and you ought to know her, said Con.
I'd not pass a man to be anything of a writer who couldn't step ashore from a tempest and consume his Titan breakfast. 'We are qualifying for the literary craft, Miss O'Donnell, said Mr. Colesworth. 'It's for a walk in the wind up Caer Gybi, and along the coast I mean to go, said Kathleen. 'This morning? the captain asked her. She saw his dilemma in his doubtful look. 'When I've done.
He was congratulated not less cordially for his being so fortunate as to know Miss Mattock, one of a million. Captain Con retained the hand of Father Boyle and squeezed it during his eulogies, at the same time dispensing nods and winks and sunny sparkles upon Kathleen. Mr. Colesworth went upstairs to his room not unflattered.
'Is it quite fair to the country and to Miss O'Donnell to impress on her before she knows us that England is the enemy? 'Habit, Mr. Colesworth, habit! we've got accustomed to the perspective and speak accordingly. There's a breach visible. 'I thought you agreed with me that good efforts are being made on our side to mend the breach.
Rumour spoke of Emma Colesworth having a wing clipped. How is it that sensible women can be so susceptible? For, thought Jane, the moment a woman is what is called in love, she can give her heart no longer to the innocent things about her; she is cut away from Nature: that pure well-water is tasteless to her. To me it is wine!
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