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I wonder if he is mixed up with the Rider?" Limping along, Dudgeon made straight for Smart's cottage and knocked at the door. "I've come to see Mrs. Eustace," he said gruffly when Bessie answered. "I'm sorry, sir, but Mrs. Eustace can't see anyone to-day. It's " "You go and tell her it's me, do you hear? Mr. Dudgeon of Taloona. I'll come in and sit down till she's ready."
Not many people would be inclined to call that a bad business if they were in Mrs. Eustace's place." It was the one grain of comfort Harding felt he was carrying with him when, on the following morning, he walked through the town to Smart's cottage. Already the news of the Rider's end was common property. When Mrs. Eustace came to him in the little sitting-room, it was of that she spoke.
"Yes, sir, I am well quite well! I am going to Casterbridge now, to get Smart's collar; we left it there Saturday to be repaired." "I am going to Casterbridge, so we'll walk together," the vicar said. Dick gave a hop with one foot to put himself in step with Mr. Maybold, who proceeded: "I fancy I didn't see you at church yesterday, Dewy. Or were you behind the pier?" "No; I went to Charmley.
'As the old gentleman solemnly uttered these words, his features grew less and less distinct, and his figure more shadowy. A film came over Tom Smart's eyes. The old man seemed gradually blending into the chair, the damask waistcoat to resolve into a cushion, the red slippers to shrink into little red cloth bags.
The little ones flew into Smart's arms, and kissed his great face, and welcomed him as a father. The dear captain still remains insensible on the ground. We poured water over him, we chafed his hands, we called him by every tender name, but his insensibility remained deep and profound.
Two or three of Sir Giles's myrmidons, having been selected for particular description, the designations of some others must suffice such as Staring Hugh, a rascal of unmatched effrontery; the Gib Cat and Cutting Dick, dissolute rogues from the Pickt-hatch in Turnbull Street, near Clerkenwell; old Tom Wootton, once a notorious harbourer of "masterless men," at his house at Smart's Quay, but now a sheriffs officer; and, perhaps, it ought to be mentioned, that there were some half-dozen swash-bucklers and sharpers from Alsatia, under the command of Captain Bludder, who was held responsible for their good conduct.
For to-night I can make the poor fellow all snug with the tarpaulin of your boat." In accordance with these plans the shipwrecked men were sent up to the Cliff Fort. Roderick McLeod was sheltered under a tarpaulin tent and carefully tended by Bellew, and one of Smart's most active Indians was despatched with a pencil-note to Jenkins Creek.
Behind the intricacies of one of Smart's most elaborate "Te Deums," with clenched hands and little shivers of apprehension, she fought a poor little battle. "We praise Thee, O God. We acknowledge Thee to be the Lord...." "The goodly fellowship of the prophets praise Thee...." A boy's voice rose, "Thou did'st not abhor the Virgin's womb...." Let her step back now while there was yet time.
And when brought up on deck, and Smart's exclamation awoke his mind to the fact that he was looking upon the lovely bay in which he had left us with hopes of a speedy and happy return, his brain turned with inward emotion, his heart seemed to turn to stone, he became a moving body without soul or sense, save an eager looking for traces of us.
"An' I ain't big enough to get to make money at any other job." "I want to see that engine-man," muttered Lin. "I don't like your smokin' friend." "Pete Goode? Why, he's awful smart. Don't you think he's smart?" "Smart's nothin'," observed Mr. McLean. "Pete has learned me and Sidney a lot," pursued Billy, engagingly.
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