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His grey eyes looked very handsome and agreeable lit up with the twinkling light of amusement, and Darsie's spirits rose still a degree higher as he whistled to the dogs and turned round with the evident intention of accompanying her home. "We'll come along with you. It doesn't matter where we go so long as we have a run. Bound for the Manor, I suppose? How's the old lady?
Now although we know that Grey held rather extravagant notions of the importance of the Glenelg River on the northwest coast, which time has certainly not confirmed, even he would scarcely have imagined it possible for it to be the outlet of such a mighty stream as Cooper's Creek would have become by the time it reached there.
Shows narrow hall in an old country house, thought impossible as to appearance, but made charming by "pushing out" the wall with an antique painted tapestry and keeping all woodwork and carpets the same delicate dove grey.
She could imagine the monks in the old days, standing on its parapet and daring the Lords of Inverashiel to do their worst. Far away down the loch lay the hills, scarce more deeply grey than the water; beyond them more distant tops melted into the sky.
She had lost one of her children through diphtheria, and she knew, unless a miracle happened, that she would also lose the boy. Only look at him! She told you in that dull, toneless voice of hers how sturdy he had been, how strong and masterful how pretty, too, with his plume of fair hair tumbling into his big, shining, grey eyes!
Christopher wasn't such a fool after all, and Caw has not tricked us wittingly. Caw imagines we've got the real stones right enough. At first I thought it might be otherwise, but my new theory is the one to hold water. The stones we saw that afternoon in Grey House were the stones we looked on last night " "Then oh, my God! Christopher was suspecting us, playing with us, all the time!"
He was a man, seemingly about forty years of age with a broad red face, with certain somethings, looking very much like incipient carbuncles, here and there, upon it. His eyes were grey and looked rather as if they squinted; his mouth was very wide, and when it opened displayed a set of strong, white, uneven teeth.
"You are not angry," he said, "that I should have followed you all the way here, to see you." "No, certainly; not angry, Mr Grey. All anger that there may be between us must be on your side. I feel that thoroughly." "Then there shall be none on either side. Whatever may be done, I will not be angry with you. Your father advised me to come down here to you." "You have seen him, then?"
Save for my own plight and the marks upon the mud, there was nothing to prove that what I said was true. Six weeks have now elapsed, and I am able to sit out once more in the sunshine. Just opposite me is the steep hillside, grey with shaly rock, and yonder on its flank is the dark cleft which marks the opening of the Blue John Gap. But it is no longer a source of terror.
The feeling of horror and pity for the drowning men began to wear off, and I was glad when Mr Grey suddenly ordered the men to row hard, and I saw him steer shoreward to cut off a little party of four, who, with a thick bamboo yard between them, were swimming for the rocks. "They must be saved as prisoners or not at all," he said sternly; "not a man of them must land."
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