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There will be many officers in it still who have fought under Leslie, and some of them may know more about him than you do, and will surely be able to tell me what has become of the lad's mither." "That may well be so; but keep a quiet tongue, Malcolm, as to Leslie's son, save to those on whose discretion you can rely.
The poor negro evidently wanted to speak, but could not find English words enough to express himself, though he was very voluble when employing his own language. No sooner, however, had Murray returned to the line of boats and retaken his place near Hemming, than the black lad's countenance brightened up.
Then, seeing the blood come into the lad's face at the remark which meant so much: "He's going to wait for Frank here. Well, isn't it nearly dinner-time? Hungry, boys?" "Er no, sir," said Andrew. "Frank is," said Sir Robert, smiling at his son. "Can't help it, father," said the boy frankly. "I always am." "And a capital sign too, my lad," said the officer addressed as Murray.
"I'll come and sing for you there!" cried the boy impulsively. "Oh! you wouldn't would you?" She clutched at the only straw of hope. "Of course, I will! I'd be glad to!" "You're awfully good!" She wiped her eyes. "I didn't mean to entertain you with tears," she smiled. "Seems as if I might stop, but I can't." Her eyes were wet again. A sudden light illumined the lad's face.
Cliffe, t' little lad's mother, you know; she wanted somebody to write to her husband as is at work at Birmingham, and I said I would. I'd learned at the National, but I've forgotten it all. I'm just as Miss Selina says I'm good for nowt." "Come, come, never fret;" for there was a sort of choke in the girl's voice. "There's many a good person who never learned to write.
But to-day it added just the last burden required to make him thoroughly miserable. Lawyer Ed was stamping about, complaining loudly of the cold, blowing his nose, and talking about everything and anything but Roderick's pending departure. The Lad's drooping spirits went lower at the sight of him. As he went about saying farewell he realised that he had not known how many friends he had made.
Lemire, the drawing-master, struck not only with the lad's inclination but also with his actual progress, came to tell Madame Bridau of her son's faculty. Agathe, like a true provincial, who knows as little of art as she knows much of housekeeping, was terrified. When Lemire left her, she burst into tears. "Ah!" she cried, when Madame Descoings went to ask what was the matter.
Now it was the lad's custom to rise early in the morning and to sweep the temple with boughs of bay, and to sprinkle it with water from the fountain of Castalia. Also he was wont to keep the birds from the temple for they would come from the woods of Parnassus hard by, eagles, and swans, and others lest they should settle on the pinnacles or defile the altar with their prey.
Blondel decided on that course, and advancing to the door he opened it and called to his prisoner to come out. To his credit be it said the sight of the lad's wealed face gave the Syndic something of a shock. He was soon to be more gravely shaken.
Squeers continued to gaze upon him, with his eyes starting out of his head; but astonishment had actually, for the moment, bereft him of speech. "You have disregarded all my quiet interference in the miserable lad's behalf," said Nicholas; "you have returned no answer to the letter in which I begged forgiveness for him, and offered to be responsible that he would remain quietly here.
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