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But he heard only a smothered curse from Frere, and then his consort pulled hard to overtake him. It was, in fact, nothing of consequence only a prisoner "giving in". "Curse it!" says Frere, "What's the matter with you? Oh, you, is it? Dawes! Of course, Dawes. I never expected anything better from such a skulking hound. Come, this sort of nonsense won't do with me.
Vickers being no better, Dawes went to see her, and seemed to have made friends again with Sylvia, for he came out of the hut with the child's hand in his. Frere, who was cutting the meat in long strips to dry in the sun, saw this, and it added fresh fuel to the fire in his unreasonable envy and jealousy. However, he said nothing, for his enemy had not yet shown him how the boat was to be made.
'Oh, Harold, said Mildred.... 'Why didn't you write to say that you were coming vous tombez comme une tuile.... Permettez-moi, Monsieur Delacour, de vous presenter a won frere. Harold bowed and shook hands with the tall thin man with the high-bridged nose and the close- cut black hair, fitting close to his head.
"By the Lord Harry, but it's a ticklish game to play," he said to himself, with a lively recollection of the dreaded Frere's vehemence; "and there's only one woman in the world I'd be fool enough to play it for." Maurice Frere, oppressed with suspicions, ordered his horse that afternoon, and rode down to see the cottage which the owner of "Purfoy Stores" had purchased.
It was about a seventy-mile ride, and as I started about twelve, I have done it in nine hours. I foundered the horse, but fortunately he did not drop till I was within half a mile of the camp. Now, where can I find the general?" "You will find him at Frere, but I am afraid it will be of no use.
He paused as if astonished at himself, and then continued, with a low laugh. "Fine words for a convict, eh! But, never mind, it's all right, Mr. Frere; we're equal now, and I sha'n't die an hour sooner than you, though you are a 'free man'!" Frere began to think that he was dealing with another madman. "Die!
Sir Bartle Frere writes thus: "Statistical facts can in no way convey any adequate idea of the work done in any part of India. The effect is enormous where there has not been a single avowed conversion.
And so, Tom, dear, dear old comrade, a last good-by. God bless you, Tom! Farewell." "God bless you and yours, mon frere!" We stood, Mr. Stewart and I, at the outer gate, and watched them down the river road, until the jutting headland intervened.
"Does this look as if he had made atonement?" said Frere coarsely, slapping the letter. "He is a bad man, I know, but " she passed her hand over her forehead with the old troubled gesture "he cannot have been always bad. I think I have heard some good of him somewhere." "Nonsense," said Frere, rising decisively. "Your fancies mislead you. Let me hear you no more.
Sooner or later, the very maneir he hath extorted from me shall give excuse for sword and lance, and then, pardex, thou shalt come and cross steel in thine own quarrel. How I rejoice that I can show to the beau frere of my dear cousin and seigneur some return for all the courtesies the English King and kingdom bestowed upon me!
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