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"No offence," said Dan; "but `to resoom the thread o' the narrative, as the story books say, Mrs Niven she opened the door, and the drippin' wet sailor he puts a little wet spalpeen in her arms, an' goes right off without so much as by your lave, an' that's all we know about it.
They did not find their fortune too much for them, being guided in the use thereof by the Bible. In regard to the state of things that had come about, Miss Peppy used to say confidentially, to Mrs Niven, that she never knew anything like it.
The relief as these were distributed was that of having something at your throat which threatens to strangle you removed. Making another tour of his trenches a little later in the afternoon, Niven found that there was a gap of fifty yards between his left and the right of the adjoining regiment. Fifty yards is the inch on the end of a man's nose in trench-warfare on such an occasion.
"What now, ma'am," inquired Mrs Niven, as Miss Peppy again paused and grew pale. "The key!" "Of the press?" inquired Niven. "Yes no; that is, it's the key of the press, and not the key of my trunk. My trunk won't open without, at least I suppose it won't, and it's a new lock! what shall "
I would not give him a sixpence if he were starving." "Peppy, I have stated my sentiments, pray do not trouble me further in regard to this matter. Nothing can move me." Miss Peppy sighed, and retired to pour her regrets into the sympathetic ear of Mrs Niven.
Sometimes on these visits he saw Annie, sometimes he saw Mrs Niven according as the one or other chanced to be on duty at the time; but, although he was never permitted to do more than exchange a few sentences with either of them, the most careless observer could have told, on each occasion, which he had seen, for he always left the door with a lengthened face and slow step when he had seen Mrs Niven: but ran down the steps with a flushed countenance and sparkling eyes when he had met with Annie!
"There is a sum of money in my father's possession, the interest of which enabled me to pay my way when I came back from the gold-fields. My father won't use that money himself and I won't accept it from him. We have therefore resolved to devote it to charitable purposes. Now, we will give Mr Black a small annuity out of it, for your sake, Mrs Niven."
But I was mistaken. It is a mystery which I cannot solve. Perhaps, when the examination of its affairs is completed, light may be thrown on the subject. I hope that no more of your relations or friends have stock in it?" "None that I know of, except indeed my poor friend Mrs Niven, who was my son's landlady when he was at college. I'll go and inquire about her."
A little man Niven, rancher and horseman, with a good education and a knowledge of men. He rather fits the old saying about licking his weight in wild cats wild cats being nearer his size than lions or tigers. Eight months before he had not known any more about war than thousands of other Canadians of his type, except that soldiers carried rifles over their shoulders and kept step.
"I hope not, Mrs Niven," said Jack, laughing, as he shook her hand heartily and sat down, "for my own sake as well as yours; because I have come to take my old room if it is vacant." "Yer auld room, Maister Jack!" exclaimed the bewildered woman. "Yes, if it is not already occupied." "The yin wi' the reeky lum and the view o' chimbley-pots frae the wundy?" "The same.
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