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"And now that Norman Ogilvie is away, Keith," said she, "you will take more rest about the shooting; for you have not been looking like yourself at all lately; and you know, Keith, when you are not well and happy, it is no one at all about Dare that is happy either. And that is why you will take care of yourself." He glanced at her rather uneasily; but he said, in a light and careless way,
I noticed it first then." "Good Heavens! As long as that, and never a word to me? Why, Keith, what in the world possessed you? Why didn't you tell me? We'd have had that fixed up long ago." "Fixed up?" Keith's eyes were eager, incredulous. "To be sure. We'd have had some glasses, of course." Keith shook his head. All the light fled from his face.
"There," and Keith pointed to a corner of the room. At first an attempt was made to pry up the cover, by forcing the axe under the edge, but in this they failed. "Let's smash the d thing!" cried Pritchen. "We can't waste the whole night here, and we must see into this box." Suiting the action to the word, he drove the blade into the smooth lid, and in a short time the cover was in splinters.
"Some anonymous friend of the city must have done it," Hooper told his friends, and added, "We are delighted!" The unknown friend was Malcolm Neil himself. This warning had its effect. As Keith had predicted, nobody cared to put good money into what was officially and authoritatively announced as a bad title.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, his aunt's manner had been too nonchalant to give him any clues. And from the manner of his mother he gathered merely that the asking of questions would be useless. So it came about that Keith for the first time in his life regretted the premature death of his paternal grandfather, from whom, otherwise, he might have elicited some more satisfactory information.
I guess he thinks he's got work enough to do right here. An' he hardly ever touches his war maps these days." "But ain't Keith happy, too?" "Y-yes, an' no," hesitated Susan, her face clouding a little. "Oh, he's gone into it heart an' soul; an' while he's workin' on somethin' he's all right. But when it's all quiet, an' he's settin' alone, I don't like the look on his face.
They waited until they heard the plashing of oars in the small bay below, and the message was brought them that Sir Keith had got safely on board the great steamer. Then they turned away from the silent and empty night, and one of them was weeping bitterly. "It is the last of my six sons that has gone from me," she said, coming back to the old refrain, and refusing to be comforted.
"I am very sorry, Major Stuart, that this unfortunate accident should have altered your plans; but since you must remain in London, I hope we shall see you often before you go." "You are very kind," said he. "We cannot ask you to dine with us," she said, quite simply and frankly, "because of my engagements in the evening; but we are always at home at lunch-time, and Sir Keith knows the way."
It shows that there ain't any one anywhere that's really satisfied with their lot, when you come right down to it, whether they've got eyes or not." "Now, ain't that jest like folks?" Susan demanded, as she finished the last verse. Keith laughed. "I suspect it is, Susan. And and, by the way, I shouldn't wonder if this were quite the right time to show that I'm no different from other folks.
By what means he designed to resist the command of the English government, Napoleon did not say: there can be no doubt he meant Lord Keith and Sir H. Bunbury to understand, that, rather than submit to the voyage in question, he would commit suicide; and what he thus hinted, was soon expressed distinctly, with all the accompaniments of tears and passion, by two French ladies on board the Bellerophon Madame Bertrand and Madame Montholon.
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