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George Aspel leaped on his shoulders and stood up. Mr Bright then raised himself steadily, and thus the former was enabled to tie the block by its two tails to the mast at a height of about eleven feet. The line rove through the block was the "whip," which was to be manipulated by those on shore. It was a double, and, of course, an endless line.
George Aspel had long ago given up all hope of winning May Maylands.
There was a rustling sound; something fell on the floor, and the step passed on. "It's only a few letters," said Aspel; "Mr Blurt explained matters to me this morning. They seem to have been a careless lot who have managed this business hitherto. A slit was made in the door for letters, but no box has ever been attached to the slit.
The evening feeding-hour had not arrived, and the lips were only in their normal condition slightly parted. Having contributed his morsel to the insatiable giant, Aspel turned away, and found himself face to face with Phil Maylands.
"Of course they do," returned Aspel, "and though they can't grow long, they never stop short in the race of life. Why, look at Nelson he was short; and Wellington wasn't long, and Bonny himself was small in every way except in his intellect who's that coming up the hill?" "It's Mike Kenny, the postman, I think. I wonder if he has brought a letter from sister May. Mother expects one, I know."
The gale, which had blown for two days was only beginning to abate. Dark clouds were split in the western sky by gleams of fiery light as the sun declined towards its troubled ocean-bed. Hurrying over the fields, and bending low to the furious blast, Aspel and Philip made their way to the neighbouring cliffs.
"Did that fellow, now," continued Pax, pointing to the owl, "die of surprise?" "Perhaps he did, but I wasn't present at his death," returned the other. "Well, now, I do like this sort o' thing." Little Pax said this with such genuine feeling, and looked round him with such obvious interest, that Aspel, with some surprise, asked him why he liked it.
Of course we dine in relays also, as there are above twelve hundred of us, male and female." "How many?" asked George Aspel in surprise. "Above twelve hundred." "Why, that would make two pretty fair regiments of soldiers," said Aspel. "No, George," said Phil, "it's two regiments of pretty fair soldiers that they'd make." "Can't you hold your tongue, man, an' let May talk?" retorted Aspel.
"Well, sit down on the counter, and I'll explain," returned Aspel, shutting and locking the door. Then, mounting the stool, he entered into a minute explanation not only in reference to his present position and circumstances but regarding his recent misfortunes. Phil's admiration and love for his friend were intense, but that did not altogether blind him to his faults.
Miss Maylands, the circumstances are entirely altered now besides," he added with a sudden change of tone and manner, "that inexorable man-made demon, Business, calls me to London." "I hope Business intends to keep you here," said Miss Lillycrop, busying herself at the tea-table. "That remains to be seen," returned Aspel. "If I find that "
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