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"I don't want to go where I'm not wanted," retorted Mr. Blundell. "That's where you make a mistake," said the other, regarding him severely; "girls like a masterful man, and, instead of getting your own way, you sit down quietly and do as you're told, like a tame tame " "Tame what?" inquired Mr. Blundell, resentfully. "I don't know," said the other, frankly; "the tamest thing you can think of.
You're too slow and ordinary for her. She wants somebody more dazzling. She told Daly only yesterday afternoon that she loved heroes. Told it to him to his face. I sat there and heard her. It's a pity you ain't a hero, John." "Yes," said Mr. Blundell; "then, if I was, I expect she'd like something else." The other shook his head.
"As plucky a thing as ever I see. If I 'adn't ha' been 'andy with that there line you'd both ha' been drownded." "Give my love to everybody," said Blundell, faintly. "Good-bye, Venia. Good-bye, Mr. Turnbull." "Where's that barrel?" demanded the stout fisher-man, crisply. "Going to be all night with it? Now, two of you " Mr.
"I staggered," said Mr. Blundell. "Another inch and I should have been overboard," said Mr. Turnbull, with a shudder. "That would have been a nice how d'ye do." Mr. Blundell coughed and looked seaward. "Accidents will happen," he murmured.
There's Daly laughing in his sleeve at you, and talking to Venia about Waterloo and the Crimea as though he'd been there. I thought it was pretty near settled between you." "So did I," said Mr. Blundell. "You're a big man, John," said the other, "but you're slow. You're all muscle and no head." "I think of things afterward," said Blundell, humbly; "generally after I get to bed." Mr.
You take my advice and get 'ome and get to bed, and the first thing you'll do when you get your senses back will be to go round and thank Mr. Blundell for all 'e's done for you." Mr. Turnbull looked at them, and the circle of intelligent faces grew misty before his angry eyes. One man, ignoring his sodden condition, recommended a wet handkerchief tied round his brow. "I don't want any thanks, Mr.
They reached the end of the quay again and stood talking, and when they turned once more the sergeant was surprised and gratified at the ease with which he bore off Venia. Mr. Turnbull and Blundell followed some little way behind, and the former gentleman's suspicions were somewhat lulled by finding that his friend made no attempt to take the inside place.
"Do you mean to tell me that you are backing out of it?" demanded Mr. Turnbull. "No," said Blundell, slowly, "but it would be much better if I saved somebody else. I don't want Daly to be pitied." "Bah! you are backing out of it," said the irritated Mr. Turnbull. "You're afraid of a little cold water." "No, I'm not," said Blundell; "but it would be better in every way to save somebody else.
"Yes, sir, a lot of those Lancashire lads are very well educated; they are quick and sensible too, and Pollard is one of the best of them. My opinion of him is that he is utterly trustworthy and intelligent." "Now then, Blundell," and the Colonel turned to the Major, "what do you think?"
Our only friend in the neighbourhood was one Abner Thurstan, a farmer who lived over the border in Blundell parish; but as he was an Anabaptist or Baptist as they were then beginning to call themselves and my father had a great contempt and dislike for the visionary ideas of that sect, even he came but seldom to our house.
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