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Lindsay mounted the first flight by faith, and paused at the landing to avoid collision with a heavy body descending. He inquired Miss Filbert's whereabouts from this person, who providentially lighted a cigar, disclosing himself a bald Armenian in tusser silk trousers and a dirty shirt, presumably, Lindsay thought, the landlord.
"I wish you wouldn't ask me further; please do not. I shall displease you again." "I will not be displeased." "I was thinking of Mr. Humphreys," said Ellen, in a low tone. "Who is that?" "You know, Sir; you say I must not call him " "What were you thinking of him?" "I was wishing very much I could see him again." "Well, you are a truth-teller," said Mr. Lindsay, "or bolder than I think you."
But I'll tell you what, my dear, I've got a little business that calls me down the river tomorrow, and I shouldn't mind stopping an hour at Alderbank and seeing how our young friend Clement Lindsay is; and then, if he was going to have a long time of it, why we could manage it somehow that any friend who had any special interest in him could visit him, just to while away the tiresomeness of being sick.
"She's to be at the end o' the pier in five minutes," said the captain, drawing out and consulting a watch that was large enough to have been mistaken for a small eight-day clock. "This is my nephy, Ruby. Ruby Brand Leftenant Lindsay. True blues, both of ye 'When shall we three meet again?
He made her bring her books and study where he was, he went out and came in with her, and kept her by his side whenever they joined the rest of the family at meals or in the evening. Whether Mr. Lindsay intended it or not, this soon had the effect to abate the displeasure of his mother and sister.
"I've never spoken of it before because it's your business, not mine," continued the girl. "I wouldn't have spoken now, but when you referred to your loneliness I thought perhaps you didn't realize the cause of it." Mr. Barrett walked on in silent misery. "Poor little motherless things!" said Miss Lindsay, softly. "Motherless and fatherless." "Better for them," said Mr.
Lindsay withdrew his head from the skylight to glance over the rail, and then replaced it again to answer, "A bare five, sir, I should say; the wind seems to be growing more scant. Shall I heave the log, sir?" "No, thank you," answered the captain; "I have no doubt your judgment is nearly enough correct for all practical purposes, Mr Lindsay.
You needn't be afraid of me, Laura there are decent chaps, you know, outside your particular Kingdom of Heaven, and one of them wants you to marry him, that's how it is. Will you?" "I don't wish to judge you, Mr. Lindsay, and I'm very much obliged, but I couldn't dream of it." "Don't dream of it; consider it, accept it. Why, dear creature, you are mine already don't you feel that?"
"We been out here workin' in this brilin' sun sense nine o'clock this mornin'. Luck ain't robbed no bank, ner he ain't the kind that DOES rob banks, and I'm here to see you swaller them words 'fore I haul ye off'n that horse and plumb wear ye out! Yuh wanta think twicet 'fore ye come ridin' up where I kin hear yuh call Luck Lindsay a thief, now I'm tellin' ye!
We'll get Lindsay out of this hole all right." "You're dawg-goned whistlin'. Y'betcha, by jollies!" agreed the Runt, immensely cheered by Whitford's confidence. "We been drug into this an' we'll sure hop to it." "When did you see Clay last? How did he come to be in that gambling-house? Did he say anything to you about going there?" The girl's questions tumbled over each other in her hurry.
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