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"Hurrah!" yelled Jack Benson, leaping to his feet with all the glee and fervor of the enthusiast. "Hurrah!" "Hurrah!" bellowed Eph Somers, for the glory of the game had gotten into his blood, too. Both submarine boys capered up and down on the platform deck. But Lieutenant Danvers sat with left hand on the conning tower steering wheel, his watch in his right hand. He was counting the seconds.
I am prompted to speak to you, and in a tone, perhaps, which you will hardly brook; and yet, if we keep company, as it seems likely we may, I cannot, and I ought not, to be silent." "Well, Mr. Danvers, I accept the condition speak what you will," said Marston, with a gloomy promptitude.
Danvers came swiftly forward, but Lenox Hildreth was forever beyond all need of human care. A week passed, and day after day Evadne sat by her window, speaking no word. Outdoors the fountain still sparkled in the sunshine and the birds sang, but for her the foundations of life had been shaken to their center. Her friends tried in vain to break up her unnatural calm.
Speak out. Deal with me as roughly as you will, I will hear it, and answer you again." "Alas, Mr. Marston! And do not these things trouble you?" exclaimed Dr. Danvers, earnestly. "Do they not weigh heavy upon your conscience? Ah, sir, do you not remember that, slowly and surely, you are drawing towards the hour of death, and the Day of Judgment?" "The hour or death!
The latter party was led by Sir Thomas Smith, who had been treasurer ever since 1607, Sir Edwin Sandys, the earl of Southampton, Sir John Danvers, and John and Nicholas Ferrar.
Danvers, weary and querulous, to bed gone through a variety of gymnastics in the way of accolades, with Fanny Molyneux taken some trouble in inquiring about shooting and other amusements likely to divert her brother from his sorrows and yet did not feel very sleepy.
We want you all the more, because my uncle will not let me send for Mr. Danvers. Poor Uncle Oliver is dreadfully troubled. 'Your most affectionate CLARA. 'Transplantation has killed her I knew it would! said James, as Louis stood, with the note in his hand, as if not yet understanding the blow. 'Nay, said the Earl, 'it is an age at which we could hardly hope she would long be spared.
Danvers proceeded to remove the sick man's outer clothing. The room was small, the one window infinitely so. A single sunbeam shone coldly in through the latter and lit up the well-scrubbed bare floor. There was nothing but the plainest of "fixings" in the apartment, but they had been set in position by the deft hand of a woman of taste.
Then she turned to the silent Pete. "Pete, you can go back now to the Firs, and please tell your master and Miss Danvers that I shall not be home until late this evening. See, I will send this note to the squire." She tore a piece of paper out of her pocket-book, and scribbled a few lines hastily. "DEAR FATHER, I have seen Mr. Spens. Don't despair. I am doing my best for you.
"Mr. Beresford is commissioned by the British Government to get those papers back. Sir James Peel Edgerton is an English Member of Parliament, and might be a big gun in the Cabinet if he liked. It's owing to him that we've ferreted you out at last. So you can go right ahead and tell us the whole story. Did Danvers give you the papers?" "Yes.
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