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The fine little fellow gave vent to such a gush of "Rule Britannia" at the moment, that the two friends turned with a smile to each other. Just then a man's voice was heard at the foot of the stair, grumbling angrily. At the same moment young Auberly rose to leave. "Good-night, Barret. I'll write to you soon as to my whereabout and what about. Perhaps see you ere long." "Good-night.
"So it is," replied Frank, "but it's well that it is not a dream, for if I had been the penniless man that Mr Auberly thinks me, I would have been obliged in honour to give up Emma Ward." "Give her up!" exclaimed Willie in amazement. "Why?" "Why! because I could not think of standing in the way of her good fortune."
Nothing but smoke had yet reached the room into which young Auberly entered, so that he instantly found himself in impenetrable darkness, and was almost choked as well as blinded. "Have a care, Frank; the floor must be about gone by this time," said Baxmore, as he ran after his tall comrade. The man whom he called Frank knew this.
Willie, with a face of meekness, that can only be likened to that of a young turtle-dove, replied: "Please, ma'am, it isn't my sister as has married Mr Auberly; but it's my brother, Frank Willders, as hopes to marry Miss Loo Auberly, on account o' havin' saved her life, w'en she comes of age, ma'am."
"I want to consult with you about Frederick," said Mr Auberly as he entered. The door shut out the remainder of the consultation at this point, so Edward Hooper consulted the clock again and sighed.
Mr Auberly had covered his face with his hand, and leant his elbow on the head of the couch. Looking up quickly with a smile still tinged with grimness, for evil habits and their results are not to be got rid of in a day he said: "Well, Loo, I will go to see this fairy if it will please you; but somewhere near London Bridge is not a very definite address."
"Auberly!" exclaimed the widow, with a start. "Well, p'raps it is Auberly; but whichever it is, he's got a pretty kettle o' fish to look after this mornin'. You seem to have heard of him before, mother?" "Yes, Willie, I I know him a at least I have met with him often. You see I was better off once, and used to mingle with but I need not trouble you with that.
With a very stiff cravat, and a dreadfully stiff back, and a painfully stiff aspect, Mr James Auberly sat by the side of a couch and nursed his sick child.
I am obliged to you, but I cannot accept of it. I do not want it, and besides, the men of the brigade are not allowed to take money." "But you will let me do something for you?" urged Mr Auberly. "Is there nothing that I can do?" "Nothing, sir," said Frank. He paused for a moment, and then resumed "Well, there is something that perhaps you could do, sir.
So remarkably perpendicular was he, so rigidly upright, that a hearty but somewhat rude sea-captain, with whom he once had business transactions, said to his mate on one occasion that he believed Mr Auberly must have been born with a handspike lashed to his backbone.
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