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The lion below them paced nervously back and forth. The third figure in the tree was hidden by the dense shadows near the stem. He, too, was silent motionless as a graven image. "You certainly pulled me up into this tree just in time," said the professor at last. "I want to thank you. You saved my life." "But I didn't pull you up here, Professor," said Mr. Philander. "Bless me!
She knew Octavio loved so well, it would either make her lose him by death, or resenting pride, if she should ever be discovered to him to be untrue; and she knew she should lose Philander to some new mistress, if he once perceived her false.
On the contrary, a glow of gratification filled him. His house was saved from scandal; his present wife would philander no more before his very eyes with these young Dagoes, who came from nobody knew where, with packs on their backs and persuasive, wheedling tongues in their heads. At this thought the squire raised his head and considered his homestead.
Octavio went directly to the park, to the place whither he before had challenged Philander, who lost no time but followed him: as soon as he was come to the fountain he drew, and told Philander that was the place whither he invited him in his billet that morning; however, if he liked not the ground, he was ready to remove to any other: Philander was a little surprised to find that invitation was a challenge; and that Octavio should be beforehand with him upon the score of revenge; and replied, 'Sir, if the billet came from you, it was a favour I thank you for; since it kindly put me in mind of that revenge I ought so justly to take of you, for betraying the secrets of friendship I reposed in you, and making base advantages of them, to recommend yourself to a woman you knew I loved, and who hates you, in spite of all the ungenerous ways you have taken to gain her. 'Sir, replied Octavio, 'I confess with a blush and infinite shame, the error with which you accuse me, and have nothing to defend so great a perfidy.
"I am going to the Maine woods," said a lad named George Granberry. "You can never guess who is going there, too." "Who?" "William Philander Tubbs and Mr. Strong." "What, our own dude going to camp in the wilderness," cried Tom. "Oh, if I was only along wouldn't I give him some surprises!" "I'll have some fun don't forget that!" replied George, with a grin. "But as Mr.
Philander; this is no time to indulge in slothful ease. We must be up and doing." Mr. Philander lifted his other eye out of the mud and gazed in speechless rage at Professor Porter. Then he attempted to rise; nor could there have been any more surprised than he when his efforts were immediately crowned with marked success.
"I tell you, I ain't a-goin' to make no speech," wailed old Filbury. "I've got work to do. You lemme go." "Sam," whispered Tom, catching his brother, by the arm, "what's the matter with giving William Philander a ride with old Filbury?" "Just the cheese, Tom!" returned the young Rover. "But how can we do it?" The matter was talked over for a short minute, and Spud and Bob were called in to aid.
You have promised Philander your friendship; you have avowed yourself my lover, my slave, my friend, my every thing; and yet not one of these has any tie to oblige you to my interest: pray tell me, continued she, 'when you last writ to him; was it not in order to receive an answer from him? And was not I to see that answer?
"It was Gort. He's got it in for George. He's one big fool!" Philander wheeled in rage. "I told you, you brainless slob, to leave Hanlon alone, and by Jupiter, I mean it! Cut it out! One more stunt, and you go into irons, then back to Sime for an interview with His Highness. You go back next trip anyway. I'm done with you."
I have not a minute to write in; place, my dear Philander, your chariot in St Vincent's Wood, and since I am not able to fix the hour of my flight, let it wait there my coming; it is but a little mile from Bellfont, Dorillus is suspected there, remove thyself to the high-way-gate cottage there I'll call on thee 'twas lucky, that thy fears, or love, or jealousy brought thee so near me, since I'd resolv'd before upon my flight.
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