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"Thank you, Denham, I'm well," replied the benign old gentleman with a smile, as he fixed a pair of gold spectacles on his nose, and sat down in a most businesslike way to examine a bundle of papers which he pulled out of his coat-pocket. Mr Summers was a very old friend of Denham, and had been the friend of his father before him; but that was not the reason of Denham's regard for him.

Denham's glass showed that the Boers, probably satisfied with their reverses of the previous day, were keeping to their lines.

"Yes, I am sure to be a coward. One doesn't think of the bullets when one is fighting and they ping and whiz by one's head; but to stand up and face a row of rifles, waiting for the order to fire I'm afraid I shall be a coward then." I shivered now; and a minute later, as I listened to Denham's breathing, I shivered again.

Denham's orders, and to ascertain the cause of this unusual disturbance. As he descended the staircase, he was met by the servant, whose honest face was lit up with a strange expression of wonder, joy, and satisfaction. "Anything amiss?" inquired Arthur, observing the perturbation of the man.

He turned to Olga and continued vehemently, "Do you think that I would have told you what I did, Princess, had I not hated the man? No. Not even for the love I bear you would I have done that. You sent me to Mr. Steel at Bournemouth. I knew that he was a detective, and went prepared to tell all about Denham's wickedness, even although I incriminated myself."

Went to Chiefswood at one, and marked with regret forty trees indispensably necessary for paling much like drawing a tooth; they are wanted and will never be better, but I am avaricious of grown trees, having so few. Worked a fair task; dined, and read Clapperton's journey and Denham's into Bornou. Very entertaining, and less botheration about mineralogy, botany, and so forth, than usual.

Sir John Denham's Poems are going to be all printed together; and, among others, some new things; and among them he showed me a copy of verses of his upon Sir John Minnes's going heretofore to Bullogne to eat a pig. Cowly, he tells me, is dead; who, it seems, was a mighty civil, serious man; which I did not know before. 11th.

Thence up and down the House. Met with Mr. May, who tells me the story of his being put by Sir John Denham's place, of Surveyor of the King's Works, who it seems, is lately dead, by the unkindness of the Duke Buckingham, who hath brought in Dr.

Denham's spirits revived with the society of so pleasant a friend, and he determined to take the first opportunity of visiting the Shary and Loggun. The sheikh willingly gave them permission, appointing a handsome negro, Belial, to act as their guide and manager. He was altogether a superior person, and was attended by six slaves. These, with themselves and personal attendants, formed their party.

And Cecilia had heard Nevil speak of his uncle to her, and too humbly, she hinted. Nor had the expression of Miss Denham's countenance in listening to him pleased her; but it was true that a heavily burdened heart cannot be expected to look pleasing. On the way home Cecilia had been compelled in some degree to defend Mr. Romfrey.