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No surrender! but he would like to make peace. It was past eight o'clock when the four-in-hand on which the new member had been touring the constituency drove up to the Tallyn door. Forbes hurried to the steps to greet the party. "Hullo, Oliver! A thousand congratulations, old fellow! Never mind the figures. A win's a win!
I had to write and telephone quite a good deal about that, though the sisters tended to it mostly." "Was there much said about about the actual case Winnie?" "You mean about the murder?" Win's clear eyes didn't blink at the word; "no, not much in my hearing. But Mrs. Schuyler wasn't in the room all the time. And I know Mr. Lowney isn't he the detective? was there once, and I think, twice."
His interest pleased his host, who ended by cordially inviting the boy to visit the Manor library whenever and as often as he chose to come. Win's genuine delight over this permission touched the Colonel, who from his own physical handicap, guessed that life was not always smooth for Win.
When we came back from our swim, that bit of cliff was out of water. It would be some tug crawling up, but you could take it easy." "I'd give a good deal to get down there," said Win thoughtfully. "How was it inside? Much climbing? Any place where a box could be tucked out of sight?" Roger proceeded to describe the interior of the cave, arousing Win's interest still more.
Arrived at the fish-market, conger eels as big as Win's wrist, and four or five feet long, crabs two feet across the shells, lobsters blue rather than green, enormous scallops, huge stacks of oysters, cockles and snails, the so-called winkles, greeted the astonished eyes of the young people. In other directions were heaped piles of smelts, plaice and unknown fish.
There was not a word in it about the cave and if the writer had wanted Win to know what was going on, he would have told him. No, Win's code of honor would not permit him to find out by asking Pierre. And yet two weeks until Easter! Win gave a long whistle, looked wistfully down to the sea and again took up his book.
"Never attempt that," she replied fiercely, "for, as sure as you do, I'll have this knife," showing him a large, sharp-pointed one, which, in accordance with the customs of her class, hung by a black belt of strong leather from her side "I'll have this customer here greased in your puddins, my buck, and, when the win's out o' you, see what you'll be worth fit for Captain James's hounds; although I dunno but the very dogs themselves is too clane to ait you."
"I wouldn't be anything else," retorted Frances, "only I don't care to have fun poked at the way I talk." Win's glance traveled from his sister's annoyed face to Edith's, which wore a look of perplexity. "We're polite," he remarked. "Here's Edith, who wouldn't be anything but English." "No," said Edith gravely. "One always feels that way about one's country. But I understand what Frances means.
"But one got loss, an' he wandered far, De night come dark, no moon, no star; De lions roared an' de storm rose high, An' de po' loss one lie down ter die. "Den come a voice, an' de win's went down, An' de lions grovel on de groun', An' de po' loss one am foun' an' sabed, For de Shepherd ebery danger brabed."
"Though I don't know," she declared after reflecting a day or two on the subject. "I'll have such a good excuse to go to Uncle Win's, and we can have delightful talks. But Aunt Priscilla is certainly a dispensation of Providence equal to St. Paul's thorn in the flesh." "I've made her some visits this winter, and she has been real nice," said Doris. "I shouldn't mind her at all now.
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