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The news of Admiral Beresford's magnificent coup had already reached London, and the reply had come back terse and to the point: "Excellently well done. Congratulate Admiral Beresford and all concerned. We are hard pressed at Dover, and London is threatened. Send Ithuriel to Dover as soon as possible, and let her come on here when she has given any possible help.
"I'll be doggoned if I know whether you are or you ain't. I'd bet a pair o' red-topped boots it's one of them lads. 'Course Beresford's got a red coat an' spurs that jingle an' a fine line o' talk. Tom he ain't got ary one o' the three. But if it's a man you're lookin' for, a two-fisted man who " A wave of mirth crossed Jessie's face like a ripple on still water. Her voice mimicked his.
Not that we'll get anything out of him he doesn't want to tell. His legal instincts are too strong. But there's no doubt he can throw light on one or two obscure points in young Beresford's letter. Ah, here he is!" The two men rose to greet the new-comer. A half whimsical thought flashed across the Premier's mind. "My successor, perhaps!" "We've had a letter from young Beresford," said Mr.
Hebblethwaite said thoughtfully, "but it scarcely seems to me possible for what you tell me to have been kept secret." "It is not only possible, sir," the man assured him, "but it has been done before in Lord Charles Beresford's time.
Sharpe, I may as well observe, was at sea; Bayliss drowned. Mrs. Beresford knew nothing about the matter. Mr. Grey was positive Captain Dodd, when in command, had several thousand pounds in his cabin; Mrs. Beresford's Indian servant had been detected trying to steal it, and put in irons: believed the lady had not been told the cause out of delicacy! and Captain Roberts had liberated him.
Patrick, in Dublin, in the Earl of Cork's tomb, where she now lies." The writer now professes his disbelief in any spiritual presence, and explains his theory that Lady Beresford's anxiety about Lord Tyrone deluded her by a vivid dream, during which she hurt her wrist. Of all ghost stories the Tyrone, or Beresford Ghost, has most variants.
She snowshoed down the hill, a little blindly, for the mist of glad tears brimmed her eyes. Straight into Beresford's arms she went. Safe at last, she began to cry. The soldier petted her, with gentle words of comfort. "It's all right now, little girl. All over with. Your father's here. See! He's coming. We'll not let anything harm you." McRae took the girl into his arms and held her tight.
'He didn't tell us a single wonderful story, said the disappointed Baby. But Mary Beresford's comment was more odd still. She glanced at her mother, and laughed. 'Mother, he didn't even once mention Nan's name. Nevertheless, Lieutenant King was quite as well acquainted with Nan Beresford as he was with the other members of the family and this was how he came to know her.
As in the busier world men talk of last year's elections, here these old bits, and scraps, and odds and ends of history are retailed to the listener who cares to listen traditions of the War of 1812, when Beresford's fleet lay off the harbor threatening to bombard the town; tales of the Revolution and of Earl Howe's warships, tarrying for a while in the quiet harbor before they sailed up the river to shake old Philadelphia town with the thunders of their guns at Red Bank and Fort Mifflin.
If necessary, it'll be the bracelets for him. I'd hate to have the Inspector send in a report to headquarters, 'Constable Beresford missing in the line of duty. I've a prejudice against being shot in the back." "That's one of the reasons I'm here to see you're not if I can help it." Beresford's boyish face lit up. He understood what his friend meant.
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