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"Because, to be plain, we have Hendrik Brant's treasure on board, mother, and for the rest look yonder " and he pointed to what his eye had just caught sight of two or three miles away, a faint light, too low and too red for a star, that could only come from a lantern hung at the masthead of a ship. Martha nodded. "Spaniards after you, poling through the gut against the wind.
He does not weep, at first, when Martha addresses him; but when Mary, the loving and confiding she of all on earth complains; when faith has failed in even her! oh, it is too much for His heart! "And thou too!" "Jesus wept!"
"She took the letter from her pocket and read to Uncle Ham that Martha was well and so kind to Col. Tom, calling him her boy and saying 'the good Laud' had saved him for some good purpose, and sent her love to her 'dear ole Ham. "Ham broke into a laugh and said: 'Datfs it; dat's good. I knowed she say jes' like dat. I tell you, Aunt Marfa, she be all right. She know something I tell you she do.
I never knew a cruel master die happy. They are sure to be killed, or die dreadful!" She had an old, rheumatic cook, Martha, who seldom left her basement kitchen, except when she went to her Baptist meeting, but for hours and hours she crooned heart-breaking melodies of that hope within her, of a better and a happier world.
Meg's quick ear first caught the grating of the wheels. Jane followed him with a cry of joyous expectation, and flew to the door to meet the stage, which for some reason why, she could not tell had stopped for a moment outside the gate, dropping only one passenger, and that one the nurse. "And Lucy did not come, Martha!" Jane exclaimed, with almost a sob in her voice.
"Certainly not. Why should I? It would do no good." "It is not for me to say, ma'am, of course." "No, Martha, it is not. And I am sure that I am right. It's no good going back and undoing in ten minutes what twenty years have done. She's a poor harmless creature, I believe." "The most harmless in the world, ma'am."
"Why, she up and told him that he was only a lazy vagabond himself, for he never did hardly any work, and that since he had been made constable the place had not been big enough to hold him. But there, I can't stop talking here; I have got to get your tea. What am I to say to Martha about your taking that pork-pie?" "Nothing," said Waller gruffly. "But she meant it for your tea."
Martha would walk home with fellow workers in the Ladies' Aid, who lived a few doors beyond, and the Doctor wished to be alone. Crossing the street to avoid the crowd, he walked slowly along under the big trees, trying to accustom himself to the thought of his boy dressed in the conventional minister's garb, delivering time worn conventionalities in a manner as conventional.
The last few words of this memorandum may seem at first sight to refer to his temporary seclusion from the world in his little hermitage at Calais; but there is little doubt that they have a wider significance, and contain also an allusion to his anticipated union with Martha Savory.
"Oh, ain't it!" remarked Mr Rokens, who had just concluded Number 6, and felt his self-possession somewhat restored. "Yes, miss, it is; but it ain't equal to whale's-brain fritters, it ain't; them's first-chop." "Have whales got brains?" inquired Miss Martha, in surprise. "Brains!" echoed Miss Jane, in amazement.
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