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The small hand upon Bellew's arm, quivered, and his voice trembled with eagerness. "Why yes, to be sure, the Money Moon, my Porges, it's bound to come, one of these fine nights." "Ah! but when, oh! when will the Money Moon ever come?" "Well, I can't be quite sure, but I rather fancy, from the look of things, my Porges, that it will be pretty soon." "Oh, I do hope so! for her sake, an' my sake.
And now, declining all Bellew's offers of assistance, the soldier and the sailor began washing, and drying, and putting away their crockery, each in his characteristic manner, the Sergeant very careful and exact, while the sailor juggled cups and saucers with the sure-handed deftness that seems peculiar to nautical fingers.
Despite their utmost efforts, night began to close upon the travellers before they reached Bellew's shanty in Boulder Creek. "Take care, Monsieur, there is von portion dangereux here," said Francois Le Rue. "Where?" asked Redding, as he checked the pony a little and looked earnestly ahead. "Ah! dere!" exclaimed Le Rue.
There was nothing for either of them to find out, and with a little smile, like the smile of knowledge itself, Jaspar Bellew and Helen his wife looked at each other. "Well," she said again; "what have you come for?" Bellew's face had changed. Its expression was furtive; his mouth twitched; a furrow had come between his eyes. "How are you?" he said in a thick, muttering voice. Mrs.
My own fortune is very nearly as wonderful as that of "Lord Bellew's Bride." Liz faintly smiled. 'Eh, sic lees there is in papers! It shouldna be printed. Things like yon never happen in real life never, never! She spoke with passionate emphasis, which indicated that she keenly felt what she said.
Whereupon, very suddenly, Adam appeared, bare-armed from the stables, who, looking from Bellew's radiant face to Miss Anthea's shy eyes, threw back his head, vented his great laugh, and was immediately solemn again. "Miss Anthea," said he, wringing and twisting at his hat, "or I think I should say, Mrs. Belloo mam, there ain't no word for it! least-ways not as I know on, nohow.
He had been on the brink of tears for a moment, but meeting Bellew's quizzical gaze, he manfully repressed the weakness, and, lifting the small, and somewhat weather-beaten cap that found a precarious perch at the back of his curly head, he gravely wished Bellew "Good afternoon!" "Well met, my Lord Chesterfield!" nodded Bellew, returning the salute, "are you hurt?"
Bellew did not kiss him, neither did she draw back her face. No trace of alarm showed in her ice-grey eyes. She said: "If I let you in, will you promise to say what you want to say quickly, and go away?" The little brown devils danced in Bellew's face. He nodded. They stood by the hearth in the sitting-room, and on the lips of both came and went a peculiar smile.
Anthea and Miss Priscilla were busied upon household matters wholly feminine, wherefore Small Porges had drawn Bellew to the window, and there they leaned, the small body enfolded by Bellew's long arm, and the two faces turned up to the silvery splendour of the moon.
"Then please " the small boy's voice was suddenly tremulous and eager, and he laid a little, grimy hand upon Bellew's sleeve, "please if it isn't too much trouble would you mind coming with me to to help me to find the fortune? you see, you are so very big, an' Oh! will you please?"
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