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Psyche frowned and shook her head, as if half sorry she had told her little story. "Was he handsome?" asked Miss Larkins, the believer in fate. "I didn't particularly observe." "It was the red-headed man, whom we call Titian: he's always on the stairs." "No, it wasn't; his hair was brown and curly," cried Psyche, innocently falling into the trap.
We went down the Pdodo river, shooting snipes, ostriches, and rhinoceros in plenty, and I think a few elephants, until, by the advice of a guide, who I now believe was treacherous, we were induced to leave the Pdodo, and march N.E. by N.N. Here Lieutenant Larkins, who had persisted in drinking rum from morning to night, and thrashing me in his sober moments during the whole journey, died, and I have too good reason to know was eaten with much relish by the natives.
Now in all that intermediate space where was it? what account was there of it? It was entirely a secret between Mr. Larkins and Mr. Hastings, without a possibility of any one discovering any particular relative to it. Here is an account of two hundred thousand pounds received, juggled between the accountant and him, without a trace of it appearing in the Company's books.
There was a generous struggle to be pedestrian, and the two other Larkins girls, confessing coyly to tight new boots and displaying a certain eagerness, were added to the contents of the first carriage. "It'll be a squeeze," said Annie. "I don't mind a squeeze," said Mr. Polly. He decided privately that the proper phrase for the result of that remark was "Hysterial catechunations." Mr.
Whenever you see such days this time of year, you may look out for falling weather. "How that child grows," said Mrs. Larkins, as Annette entered the room. "Ill weeds grow apace; she has nothing else to do. That girl is going to give her grandmother a great deal of trouble." "Oh! I do not think so." "Well, I do, and I told her grandmother so one day, but she did not thank me for it."
Larkins was this, that in passing through life one scattered sunshine and the other cast shadows over her path. Mrs. Lasette was a fine conversationalist.
Now, my Lords, if he had not got, on the intimation of Mr. Larkins, some scraps of paper, your Lordships might have at this day wanted that valuable information which Mr. Larkins has laid before you. These, however, contain, Mr. Larkins says, "the first complete" what? account, do you imagine? no, "the first complete memorandum."
A man must have sunk low through drink or natural taste for low company, before he could get on with those who have had such a different training from his own." Mr Larkins said a great deal more and wound up by taking me to see the place where his own men worked. "This is a paradise," he said, "compared to most workshops. What gentleman could stand this air, think you, for a fortnight?"
The eldest Miss Larkins is not a little girl. She is a tall, dark, black-eyed, fine figure of a woman. The eldest Miss Larkins is not a chicken; for the youngest Miss Larkins is not that, and the eldest must be three or four years older. Perhaps the eldest Miss Larkins may be about thirty. My passion for her is beyond all bounds. The eldest Miss Larkins knows officers.
I wear a gold watch and chain, a ring upon my little finger, and a long-tailed coat. I am seventeen, and am smitten with a violent passion for the eldest Miss Larkins, who is about thirty. She amuses herself with me as with a new toy, wears my ring for a season, and then announces her engagement to a Mr. Chestle.
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