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"Nay, Sir Walter," cried Mrs Clay, "this is being severe indeed. Have a little mercy on the poor men. We are not all born to be handsome. The sea is no beautifier, certainly; sailors do grow old betimes; I have observed it; they soon lose the look of youth. But then, is not it the same with many other professions, perhaps most other?
Whispering in his ear, as if she were afraid of the sound of her own words, she told him that Walter had promised her a love-token, and that she wished to give him one in return, for which purpose she desired that she might be permitted to use one or two old "Spanish ounces" that lay in the old bureau. "Yes, yes, dear child," said he. "Get a golden heart made of them.
"I fancy that M. La Tour, good fellow as he is, couldn't understand our leaving Angela here by herself even for a single night." "No," I said, "and I didn't think it necessary to tell him." "Queer notions these people have! As if Angela didn't know how to take care of herself!" No one knows better, and I told Walter how Angela managed in London.
Now the shipmaster, a man right cunning in his craft, looked long on sea and sky, and then turned and bade the mariners take in sail and be right heedful. And when Walter asked him what he looked for, and wherefore he spake not to him thereof, he said surlily: "Why should I tell thee what any fool can see without telling, to wit that there is weather to hand?"
Indeed, even now Walter Wyatt saw in the distance the glimmer of a lantern, intimating homeward-bound worshipers not yet out of sight. "The saints kep' it up late ter-night," he commented. He resolved to wait till the roll of wheels should tell of the return of the moonshiners' empty wagon.
"Walter, Papa," said Florence timidly; "who found me when I was lost!" "Tell the boy to come in," said Mr. Dombey. "Now, Gay, what is the matter?" Tremblingly Walter Gay stood in the presence of his proud employer, and made known his uncle's distress, and when he ceased speaking, Captain Cuttle stepped forward, and clearing a space among the breakfast cups at Mr.
The Squire dined alone that night, and after dinner sat long alone before his library fire how long he scarcely knew; but Narracott, the butler, had put up the bolts and retired, leaving only the staircase-lantern burning, when Father Halloran knocked at the library door and was bidden to enter. "I wished to speak with you about Walter to learn your decision," he explained.
'I must go, Walter dear, said Isabel, 'but I do not think Lord Fitzjocelyn would play with my fears. Either he is very ill, or something else is wrong. 'You have guessed it, Isabel, said Louis. 'This illness is partly the effect of distress of mind. 'That horrid meeting of trustees! cried Isabel. 'I am sure they have been impertinent.
After dinner Walter took him apart with me and asked him what he really thought of the case. He was most pessimistic. 'My dear sir, he said, 'the only advice I can give you is that you prepare yourself to contemplate disaster as philosophically as you can. In my opinion your cousin is almost certain to be convicted. 'But, said Walter, 'what about the defence?
Presently, however, a vivid flash of lightning darted from the clouds, followed almost immediately by a crashing peal. Mr Shobbrok started up. "Why, Walter," he said, "you should have called me when the weather changed." "The storm has only this instant burst on us," answered Walter. "I wished you to have as much rest as possible. I do not feel myself inclined to go to sleep."
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