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He left the command of the two ships to Captain Pullen, and set out on the 12th of August with a sledge and an indiarubber boat. We supposed that Sir Edward Belcher was to be found in the neighbourhood of Beecher Cape, to the north of the channel; we made for it with our sledge along the eastern coast.
"Ten hundered pounds twice over," said the carpenter, mouthing it slowly; "twenty hundered pounds." He got up from the table, and instinctively realizing that he could not do full justice to his feelings with the baby in his arms, laid it on the teatray in a puddle of cold tea and stood looking hard at the heiress. "I was housekeeper to her eleven years ago," said Mrs. Pullen.
"You get younger than ever, Mrs. Pullen," said Wiggett, the conversation having turned upon ages. "Young ain't the word for it," said Miller, with a praiseworthy determination not to be left behind. "No; it's age as you're thinking of, Mr. Wiggett," said the carpenter, slowly; "none of us gets younger, do we, Ann?" "Some of us keeps young in our ways," said Mrs. Pullen, somewhat shortly.
Smith turned upon him a face all wrinkles, lit by one eye. "I want the hins and the pigs first," he said, firmly. Mr. Miller, shocked at his grasping spirit, stared at him mournfully. "And twenty pounds the day you marry Mrs. Pullen," continued Mr. Smith. Mr. Miller, leading him up and down the sawdust floor, besought him to listen to reason, and Mr.
I had been on deck for some hours, and, drenched to the skin, was shivering with cold, when Mr Pullen, with whom I was a favourite, told me to go and lie down in his berth, our own not being tenable, from the water which the straining of the ship allowed to run into it. All the officers and the watch were on deck. In spite of the heavy pitching of the ship, I soon fell asleep.
Miller looked doubtful; then he put his great fingers to his lips by way of experiment, and let them fall unmistakably in the widow's direction. Mrs. Pullen looked down and nearly blushed. The carpenter and his wife eyed each other in indignant consternation. "That's easy enough," said the dealer, and repeated the offense. Mrs.
"Yes," answered Manson slowly, "I was with some one just then, and thinking of a fool promise I exacted from her before I left, and all this ghost-story telling has made me realize what an injury I may have done her by exacting that promise." "Tell me," said Pullen, "I can sympathize with you, for I, too, have a girl I left behind me."
"It's a poor place, but nice, and we'll play draughts every evening. When shall it be?" "When you like," said Mrs. Pullen, in a faint voice. "I'll put the banns up to-morrow," said the dealer. Mrs. Tidger's lady friend giggled at so much haste, but Mrs. Tidger, who felt that she had misjudged him, was touched. "It does you credit, Mr. Miller," she said, warmly.
She was not a good scholar, and it took her some time to read the letter, a proceeding which she punctuated with such "Ohs" and "Ahs" and gaspings and "God bless my souls" as nearly drove the carpenter and his wife, who were leaning forward impatiently, to the verge of desperation. "Who's it from?" asked Mr. Tidger for the third time. "I don't know," said Mrs. Pullen.
Mrs. Pullen broke the envelope, and after a somewhat lengthy search for her pocket, fumbled therein for her spectacles. She then searched the mantelpiece, the chest of drawers, and the dresser, and finally ran them to earth on the copper.
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