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I am sure you will eat a better dinner for having had a little fresh air first. It is a lovely morning. We will drive to the Roman camp on the top of Clover-down." "I shall be ready in two minutes," said Mary, and ran from the shop. As she passed along the outside of his counter coming back, she stopped and told Mr. Turnbull where she was going.
He again offered me his advice as to giving up the profession of a waterman; but if I did not hear him with so much impatience as before, nor use so many arguments against it, I did not accede to his wishes, and the subject was dropped. Mr Turnbull was satisfied that my resistance was weakened, and hoped in time to have the effect that he desired.
Turnbull would be glad, he said, to give up the whole to escape prosecution that at least was how Mary interpreted his somewhat technical statement of affairs between them. The swindler wrote again, begging for an interview which she declined, except in the presence of her lawyer.
He was attentive to Hesper; but she scarcely concealed such a repugnance to him as some feel at sight of strange fishes being at the same time afraid of him, which was not surprising, as she could hardly fail to perceive the fate intended for her. "Ain't Miss Mortimer a stunner?" said George Turnbull to Mary, when the tide of customers had finally ebbed from the shop.
"You're a pretty manager, you are, John Blundell," said the incensed Mr. Turnbull. "I know what I'm about," said Blundell, slowly. "Well, why don't you do it?" demanded the other. "I suppose you are going to wait until there are more people about, and then perhaps some of them will see you push him over."
"If that's the view you take," said Turnbull, "and I don't say you are wrong, I think I know where we shall be best off for the business. As it happens, I know this part of the south coast pretty well. And unless I am mistaken there's a way down the cliff just here which will land us on a stretch of firm sand where no one is likely to follow us."
"Something I had to pay for pretty smartly, at all events." "The payment, Mr T, was on account of granting harms to you, who never 'ad any." "And never wished for them. What do I care for such stuff?" "And when you did choose, Mr Turnbull, you might have consulted me, instead of making yourself the laughing-stock of Sir George Naylor and all the 'eralds.
"Who are they?" asked Turnbull languidly, as he sat on the upper deck, heels lifted on the taffrail, gazing out over an apparently limitless plain, half dim vista of far-spreading sand, half of star-dotted, flawless salt water, the smoke of his cigar curling lazily aloft as the black hull rode at anchor.
Turnbull sniffed, and took a turn up and down the room; then he closed the door and came toward his friend again. "I dare say you're surprised at me being so anxious to get rid of Venia," he said, slowly, "but the fact is I'm thinking of marrying again myself." "You!" said the startled Mr. Blundell. "Yes, me," said the other, somewhat sharply. "But she won't marry so long as Venia is at home.
What mean these drops of blood?" alluding to those which had flowed from the wounds of Turnbull "Wherefore is the earth impressed with these deep tints, the footsteps of armed men advancing and retreating, doubtless, according to the chances of a fierce and heady conflict?" "By Our Lady," returned Greenleaf, "I must own that thou seest clear.
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