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When he came out of the store, he hesitated; he was half inclined to follow Basset home, and try to reason him into some understanding of the truth. Then, remembering his violent attitude towards himself, he decided that it would be useless, and went home. He planned to plough his garden that day.
"Dis paper fall out ob Missa Basset hat when de ghost strike him last night, and I pick him up." "Golly! if it ain't the warrant. Prime, you're the ace o' clubs. I'm gladder of this than if I found a good dinner." "Well, what shall I do wid him?"
"Sir Montague Crofts," said Basset, reddening, for he had unwittingly suffered the name to escape his lips. "Are you ignorant that he is your relative? a distant one, it is true, but your nearest of kin notwithstanding." "And the heir to the estate?" said I, suddenly, as anew light flashed on my mind; "the heir, in the event of my life lapsing?" Basset nodded an assent.
I shall not tarry long here, I do ensure you, his Highness' bidding fulfilled; and I trust your physician shall not long tarry me." Sir Godfrey and Lady Foljambe were full of expressions of sympathy. Lady Basset came forward, and spoke in a slightly cynical tone. "Good morrow, my Lord," said she to her brother.
With him there was less a question of to whom the broad acres reverted, so much as whether that "scoundrel Tom Basset, the attorney at Athlone, should triumph over us;" or "M'Manus live in the house as master where his father had officiated as butler."
"I tink you must 'scuse my keeping company wid you, arter to-night," continued Primus, looking steadily into the fire, and knitting his brows; "I nebber get noting but bad luck in his sarvice. Next time, I git my neck broke, and den 'tis all done wid dis poor niggur. De carpenter find hard work to make one to fit." "Now, Prime," said Basset, "you're rather too hard.
"I'd like to see the man what would dare to resist when I showed him my authority," said the constable. "I guess I'd make him cry copeevy in less than no time." "Well," said Gladding, who all this while had been leisurely whittling a bit of white pine, "well, Basset, you know your own business best, and I'm not a man to interfere. My principle is, let every man skin his own skunks.
The tragedy of Simon Basset had given him a terrible shock, and now this last set his nerves in a tumult in spite of himself. "What can she want?" he questioned, over and over. "Shall I see Lucina? What can her mother have to say to me?"
"Then I pray you to break my coming, and lead me to her forthwith," said Lady Basset, in her style of stately calm. A curtain was drawn aside, and Perrote came forward. "Damoiselle Jeanne!" she said, greeting Lady Basset by the old youthful title unheard for years. "My darling, mine own dear child!" A smile, not at all usual there, quivered for a moment on the calm fixed lips.
He soon grew very happy and full of play and fun, and was well off in being away from home, for the French were occupying the island, and poor Basset shortly after was sent a prisoner to Tahiti for refusing to receive a Roman Catholic priest. Nengone were reached on October 23, and most of the old scholars were ready with a warm welcome; but Mr.
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