United States or Jamaica ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"I sh’d think she would be," he said. As nearly all of Jack’s private difficulties were printed in every newspaper in America, Joshua naturally was on the inside of all their history. "She scrinched up her face just awful over that letter," Lucinda continued. "I’m sure I wish he’d ’a’ been by to ’a’ taken warnin’."
They rapidly formed on somewhat after the plan of the famous "Marriage under the Directoire." Aunt Mary commanded the center-rush, leaning on Jack’s arm, and the rest acted as half-backs, left wings, or flower-bearers, just as the reader prefers. They made quite a sensation as they proceeded to their box and more yet when they entered it.
It hadn’t occurred to Aunt Mary that people keep on living just the same even after they have been cut out of a will. And she never had counted on Jack’s taking his bitter medicine in the spirit he was manifesting. Yet such was the case. Jack had become a "ready letter-writer" ever since his removal to the city, whither some kind friends had invited him directly he could leave his sick-room.
‘MR. SLUG feared that the moral effect of this passage was more than counterbalanced by another in a subsequent part of the poem, in which very gross allusion was made to the mode in which the heroine was personally chastised by her mother “‘For laughing at Jack’s disaster;” besides, the whole work had this one great fault, it was not true.
Aunt Mary sighed luxuriously when she felt herself finally tucked up. "After all, Granite," she said dreamily, "there’s nothin’ like gettin’ stretched out to think it over—is there?" But Janice was turning out the lights. Jack’s aunt slept long and dreamlessly again. That thrice-blessed sleep which follows nights abroad in the metropolis.
Stebbins delivered him a lecture, and things went smoothly in consequence for three whole weeks. I say three whole weeks because three whole weeks was a long time for the course of Jack’s life to flow smoothly. At the end of a fortnight affairs were always due to run more rapidly and three weeks produced, as a general thing, some species of climax.
"There’s so little he can eat on account of his ribs that he’s a good dinner guest for me." Jack’s aunt felt vaguely uncomfortable over this allusion to her grand-nephew’s circumstances, and coughed in slight embarrassment. Burnett opened the door, and the carriage lamp shone below.
The streets were a scene of glorious confusion, and but for Aunt Mary no considerations could have kept Burnett’s collarbone and Jack’s melancholia cooped up in a closed carriage. As it was, they were both fidgeting like two youthful Uncle Sams in a European railway coupe, when the latter suddenly exclaimed: "Here we are!" and threw open the door as he spoke.
Hal and Eph stood awaiting the coming of their young commander, their faces full of concern and anxiety. Both gripped Jack’s hand as soon as he gained the platform deck of the submarine. “Come below,” whispered Hal. “We’ll talk there. You need a bath and to get into a uniform as quickly as you can.” This need Jack Benson proceeded to realize without an instant’s delay.
There was so much of overwhelming censure in the naval officer’s tone that Jack’s spirit was stung to the quick. “It’s your mistake, sir,” he retorted. “You didn’t follow the course I advised. You swung the ship around to port, and—” “Silence, now, if you please, while men are trying to get this vessel out of a scrape a boy got her into,” commanded Mr. Mayhem, sternly.
Word Of The Day