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Although she is just a commonplace old woman, no one has ever led a grander life in its way. She wears poor clothes oh, the poorest; she has an uncouth appearance, worse even than I have, but I am quite sure that God God respects her God thinks her worthy. She gave us bread to eat. Oh, yes, we never quite wanted food, but before we came Aunt Raby had enough money to feed herself and no more.
"I am afraid not," said Raby. "She knows the water as well as I do, and she picked out the deepest hole: poor girl! poor girl" He then asked Amboyne in a whisper what he thought she would do when she came to her senses. "Impossible to say. She may be violent, and if so we shall have enough to do to hold her. They tell me she threw that workman like a sack."
She took a more obvious view, and inveighed bitterly against Grace Carden. She questioned Raby as to the cause, but it was Jael who answered her. "I believe nobody knows the rights of it but Miss Carden herself." "The cause is her utter fickleness; but she never really loved him. My poor Henry!" "Oh yes, she did," said Raby. "She was at death's door a few months ago."
Grace described them after Mr. Raby. "Why, that will be Gabble Retchet," said Jael. "I wouldn't talk much about the like, if I was you, miss." But Grace persisted, and, at last, extracted from her that sounds had repeatedly been heard in the air at night, as of a pack of hounds in full cry, and that these hounds ran before trouble.
"Oh! what would Eben have said if he could have seen me to-night?" "How Raby would have delighted in it all!" "How long am I to live this strange life?" "Can this be really I?" "What has become of my old life, of my old self?" Like restless waves driven by a wind too powerful to be resisted, thoughts and emotions surged through Hetty's breast.
"Then what a pity this brass was not deciphered thirty years ago! But never mind that. All I demand is tardy justice to my protege. Is not this a remarkable man? Raby bore all this admirably. "You may add," said he, "that he nevertheless finds time to correspond with his friends. Here is a letter, addressed to Miss Carden, I declare!" "A letter to me!" said Grace, faintly.
Aunt Raby put her arms round Priscilla and gave her a solemn sort of kiss, and then the whole party adjourned into the supper-room. The feast which was spread was so dainty and abundant that Katie asked in a puzzled sort of way if Aunt Raby considered Prissie like the Prodigal Son. "What fancies you have, child!" said Aunt Raby. "The Prodigal Son, indeed!
If I could not succeed, I thought about going up to the Italian lady, and getting her to make interest for us all. I was in a great hurry, because I did not know when the pirates might come back; and they will, probably, shut me up somewhere, so that I cannot get to speak to her." "Your suggestion, Mr Raby, affords much hope that we may obtain assistance for Captain Fleetwood," said Ada.
"If we emerge from where we are, we cannot escape being seen, should the person remain where he was," replied Fleetwood. "It will be better to confront him boldly, and learn his intention in following us, than to allow him to go back and to give information of our attempt. I will leave you, Ada, in charge of Mr Raby, and will return instantly." "Oh, do not quit me!" exclaimed Ada.
In spite of that affront, being a high-minded man not to be warped by petty irritation, you hurry to your lawyers to get two thousand pounds of your own, for the man who had affronted you." "Is that so?" said Mrs. Little. "I was not aware of that." "I have just learned it, accidentally, from the son of the solicitor Raby went to that fatal night." A tear stole down Mrs. Little's cheek.
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