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"Nine o'clock," she announced calmly. "Supper's ready. We shan't wait for Jane." When Jane Foley arrived, a reconnaissance proved that the martyrised detective had contrived to get away. In the following month, on a Saturday afternoon, Audrey, Miss Ingate, and Jane Foley were seated at an open-air café in the Blue City.
The wind was at this time about south-east. The Thisbe was in her usual station to windward of the fleet and abeam of the leading vessel, and the fleet with flowing sheets was steering to the westward. The Champion, hauling her wind, stood out from among them. "The commodore suspects the stranger to be an enemy," observed the commander to Mr Foley.
J. A. Macdonald, afterwards, took the matter very quietly, merely remarking that the slightest tact might have prevented the occurrence. So I thought. The question was, Who was to succeed? In the ordinary course Mr. Foley, the assumed leader of the Opposition, would have been sent for. It was the opinion of the Honorable John Ross that he ought to have been.
"You don't know whether your ship has come in, and even if she has, they've got on very well without you, and an hour more or less can make no difference," he observed. Norman Foley was in no hurry to take his departure. "Mr and Miss Ferris are coming to my pen, about five miles off," continued Mr Twigg, "and I hope you will accompany them.
The father of Richard Foley, the founder of the family, was a small yeoman living in the neighbourhood of Stourbridge in the time of Charles I. That place was then the centre of the iron manufacture of the midland districts, and Richard was brought up to work at one of the branches of the trade that of nail-making.
Still, she could not be surprised that her friend had given him her heart, especially as he had owned that he had given his to Ellen; and they were now regularly betrothed with the full approval of Mr Ferris, and were to marry as soon as Mr Foley had obtained the rank of commander. The days and weeks went rapidly by.
Their time, however, was not always passed so agreeably, as they had on several occasions to take charge of the pressgangs sent on shore to pick up men, and more than once they were engaged in pretty severe encounters with the unwilling seamen whom it was their duty to capture. Mr Foley and the young midshipman were spending the evening at Mr Ferris's, when they were summoned out.
As the boats on the larboard side of the Research could not be seen by the pirates, they were lowered into the water, and Lieutenant Foley and his party were directed to leap into them the moment concealment was no longer necessary. The Research approached the Ouzel Galley. "What are you about, you lubbers?" shouted a voice from the latter ship.
And partly because I've got a favour to ask you, and I wouldn't ask it until I'd told you." "You can't ask me a favour," he replied, "because it wouldn't be a favour. It would be my privilege." "But if you put it like that I can't ask you." "You must!" he said firmly. Then she told him something of the predicament of Jane Foley. He listened with an expression of trouble.
You know that my uncle is expecting to see or hear from you this afternoon?" "I know," he admitted. "To tell you the truth, I came out here to think. I could not quite make up my mind what to say to him." "It is strange that we should meet here," she continued, "when Mr. Foley was talking to me about you for so long this morning.
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