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A moment later the order to follow Woodward rang out, the horses were wheeled about, and off the party galloped. On they went, along the road which Woodward and Arnold had already traversed. Arnold was still gazing, impatiently now, through the glass.
Woodward had remained true to her weeds; for at the time of her husband's death she was a young and a very pretty woman; and an income of L400 a year, though moderate enough for all the wants of a gentleman's family, would no doubt have added sufficiently to her charms to have procured her a second alliance, had she been so minded. Twelve years, however, had now elapsed since Mr.
The Malays however made chase, but Captain Woodward and his men by putting out to sea and making great exertion, soon lost sight of them and were able again to stand in towards the land. At daylight they discovered a number of fishing canoes, two of which made towards them. They let them come alongside as there was only one man in each.
"Yes ma'am," returned the sentry. "I will send for him." A corporal appeared and took a message for her to Woodward. It was only a few minutes before Lieutenant Woodward himself appeared. "What is the trouble, Miss Dodge?" he asked solicitously, noting the look on her face. "I don't know what it is," she replied dubiously. "I've found something among the rocks. Perhaps it is a bomb."
Such a towering personality in caricature as James Gillray comes necessarily into the first of these categories; such draughtsmen as Woodward or Sayer into the second. Woodward comes near to Bunbury in style and subject, and like him seems to have preferred social satire, though occasionally as in his "General Complaint," of 1796 he touches political topics of the time.
The swift and mettlesome dogs pushed her hard, and succeeded in turning her several times, when it was observed that she made a point to manage her running so as to approximate to the haunted house a fact which was not unobserved by Barney, who now, having joined Woodward, exclaimed "Mark it, Masther Harry, mark my words, she's alive still, and will be wid the Shan-dhinne-dhuv in spite o' them!
Woodward. 'Go on with the rum and milk and cod-liver oil, you can't do better. 'And the cough, doctor? 'Why, if that doesn't go before the cold weather begins, you may as well take her to Torquay for the winter.
"My kind friend here helped me a good deal," I said. Mr. Harrison was introduced to the others, and soon we were seated, on the piazza, and I was relating my experiences. The interest of my listeners grew as I went on. They could hardly believe it possible that Mr. Aaron Woodward, with all his outward show of gentlemanliness, was such a thoroughly bad man.
Sure he was seen kissin' a ghost the other night near Crukanesker well, where the Davorens get their wather from. O, thin, bedad, but Grace Davoren is a beauty all out; and maybe 'tis herself doesn't know it." "Go on with your story," said Woodward, rather dryly; "proceed." "Well, sir, there is Bet Harramount's face for you, and the rest of her figure wasn't sich as to disgrace it.
Recovering himself, Del Mar dashed for the woods just as Arnold and Woodward ran around the side of the house, still blazing away after him, as they followed, rapidly gaining. Elaine changed her clothes quickly. Meanwhile she had ordered horses for both of us and a groom brought them around from the stables. It took me only a short time to jump into some dry things and I waited impatiently.
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