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For Mrs Benson's dairy was famous for the butter and cream it produced, and was well known at all the markets round, for from nowhere else was there such sweet golden-looking butter to be obtained.
Young Hastings quickly shoved off, then bent to his oars. "Where's the pilot?" came a stern voice, from the bridge, as Jack Benson's head showed above the starboard rail. "I am the pilot, sir," Jack replied. "Why, you're a boy." "Guilty," Jack responded. "What does this fooling mean? You're not old enough to hold a pilot's license."
"Are you there?" once again came in Archer's voice, followed by the astounding phrase, "I see you brought up that stuff last night." "Yes, I brought up two hundred and fifty," was Benson's amazing reply. Inspector Willis gasped. He could scarcely believe his ears. So he had been tricked after all!
For this purpose he applied first to Benson's friends, who were in good circumstances, hoping by their mediation to make the matter up, but in this he miscarried. Then he attempted a slight information, but the Justice to whom he sent it, perceiving how trivial a thing it was, and guessing well at the drift thereof, refused it.
"I am sure I am very much obliged to you for thinking of it. But do not trouble yourself to send it; Leonard can fetch it." "How is Leonard now?" asked Mr Farquhar, and he tried to speak indifferently; but a grave look of intelligence clouded his eyes as he looked for Mr Benson's answer. "I have not met him lately."
She was tired of the platitudes of Dunk, who, trying to be both original and polished, fell far short of being either and only succeeded in being extremely tiresome. "Where's Chip going, J. G. ?" she demanded, in a proprietary tone. "Down t' Benson's after a horse." J. G. spoke lazily, without taking his pipe from his mouth. "Oh, I wish I could go I wonder if he'd care."
Adrian thought that would be a relief to their digestions; and added: "You know, sir, what he says?" Receiving a negative, Adrian delicately explained to him that Benson's excessive ponderosity of demeanour was caused by anxiety for the safety of his master. "You must pardon a faithful fool, sir," he continued, for the baronet became red, and exclaimed: "His stupidity is past belief!
Very well; in the first place, the man would have stuck at nothing. I've already tried to show you that he had something to gain by Benson's death. I suspected when we took you away from him that you were running a big risk, Benson." "I was running a bigger one before that, if you can call a thing a risk when the result's inevitable," Benson replied.
"You bought, I suppose, with Captain Benson's money." "S'pose it was his. We found it in his desk. But we've kept account of every cent expended, and bought no grub too good for a white man to eat." "What dismasted you?" They explained the meeting with the steamer and Seldom's misdoing; then requested information about the salvage laws. "Boys," said the pilot, "I'm sorry for you.
Her whole nature was athirst, desperately athirst for she knew not what. Yet something told her that among these ups and downs of daily temper and fortune there lay strewn for her the last chances of her life. 'Please, ma'am, will you go in for a moment to Miss Manisty? The voice was Benson's, who had waylaid Mrs. Burgoyne in the salon. Eleanor obeyed.
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