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The costumery and mannerisms of the little romance are out of date now, and seem ridiculous, though Mr. Pringle and the public were pleased with it then, when it was printed in "Friendship's Offering." But the girl of fifteen only laughed the more.
"There are three white men here," she went on, "Giddings, Macfarlane the policeman, and Mr. Pringle the missionary. Each is all right in his way, but " "They're all in love with you," suggested Ambrose. She smiled faintly. "How did you know?" Ambrose shrugged. "Deduced it." "You see I cannot take any of them into my confidence." "Colina!" he said. "If you would only let me "
A cheer went up from the men when they heard these words. If they had well nigh lost hope, their courage was not quenched, and a large band volunteered for the sortie. Fritz and Roche were amongst these, but Pringle remained behind in the fort. "I will stand by the Colonel and the sinking ship," he said. "It is but a choice of evils. I doubt if any of us will see the light of many more days.
Captain Pringle sailed in anger; but it appears that his return has revived his former feelings, and that he has found out that poor Maria was a greater sufferer than himself. 'Why does he come to you? 'To consult me. He wishes me to persuade poor old Mrs. Meadows to go out to the Mauritius, which is clearly impossible, but Maria must not be sacrificed again.
And you're so so reliable; like Faithful John in the fairy story. You're different from anyone else I know. You're a good boy; when you are grown up you shall have a yoke of oxen, over and above your wages." "This is very gratifying indeed," observed Pringle. "But a sweetly solemn thought comes to me. You were going to tell me about another boy the onliest little boy?"
'Here am I, soliloquized the Rambler, with a leg upon each side of the grate, 'an Englishman, sitting by a coal fire. 'Jamie's aff the hooks noo; said the old laird, as they drew near Auchinleck, 'he's bringing doon an auld dominie. Boswell begged of his companion to avoid three topics of discourse on which he knew his father had fixed opinions Whiggism, Presbyterianism, and Sir John Pringle.
So the bishop, after a hasty and not too digestible lunch in the refreshment room at Pringle, was now in a fly that smelt of straw and suggested infectious hospital patients, on his way through the industry-scarred countryside to this second conversation. The countryside had never seemed so scarred to him as it did that day.
I wouldn't be a lady's companion," Kate paused, her hand on the doorknob, to make a sweeping gesture, "not for anything. What they have to put up with!" "Everyone isn't like Miss Wickham," said Miss Pringle, a trifle sharply. "The lady I'm companion to, Mrs. Hubbard, is kindness itself." "That sounds like Miss Marsh coming down the stairs now," said Kate, opening the door.
"My dear, there are so few things a gentlewoman can do." "When I think of those ten years," said Nora, pacing up and down the length of the room, "having to put up with every unreasonableness! Never being allowed to feel ill or tired. No servant would have stood what I have. The humiliation I've endured!" "You're tired and out of sorts," said Miss Pringle soothingly.
"To be sure to be sure," said Paul Pringle. "He was a fine true-hearted boy, and there's no doubt he'll prove a brave, dashing, and a good captain. Let's hear what Tom Snell, Marline, and the rest say to the matter." They waited till the other seamen came up. With the latter was a one-legged black man, with a fiddle-case under his arm.
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