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"And the banns go up next week," murmured the boarding-master to himself. "Well, well." "'Ave you got anything to say agin it?" demanded Mr. Kybird. "Cert'nly not," replied the other. "On'y don't blame me when it's too late; that's all." Mr. Kybird, staring at him wrathfully, turned this dark saying over in his mind. "Too late for wot?" he inquired. "Ah!" said Nathan Smith, slowly.
His tread was elastic, his figure as upright as a boy's, and he swung a light cane in his hand as he walked. As Mr. Kybird gazed he bestowed a brisk nod upon the bewildered Mr. Smith, and crossed the road with the evident intention of speaking to him. "How do, Smith?" he said, in a kindly voice. The boarding-master leaned against the shop-window and regarded him dumbly.
"No, my dear," replied the boarding-master. "E's made 'is will all ship-shape and proper, and 'e's left everything all that 'ouse property and other things, amounting to over ten thousand pounds to a young man becos 'e was jilt crossed in love a few months ago, and becos 'e's been a good and faithful servant to 'im for years." "Don't tell me," said Mr.
The former gentleman was in almost a sentimental mood, and the boarding-master, satisfied that his pupil was in a particularly appropriate frame of mind for the object of his visit, renewed his instructions about binding Mr. Silk to secrecy, and departed on business of his own. Mr. Kybird walked slowly towards Fullalove Alley with his head sunk in meditation. He was anxious to find Mr.
Half-way along the passage he stopped, and retracing his steps produced his cigar-case and offered the astonished boarding-master a cigar. "I s'pose," said that gentleman as he watched the other's retreating figure and dubiously smelt the cigar; "I s'pose it's all right; but he's a larky sort, and I 'ave heard of 'em exploding. I'll give it to Kybird, in case." To Mr.
"You shall 'ave it," said the boarding-master, with sudden blandness, "and 'Melia shall 'ave 'er five 'undred." "'Ow?" inquired the other, staring. "It's as easy as easy," said Mr. Smith, who had been greatly galled by his friend's manner. "I'll leave it in my will. That's the cheapest way o' giving money I know of.
"Lord love your 'art," said the boarding-master, "I wouldn't 'urt you. I'm on'y acting under your orders now; yours and the captin's. It ain't in my reg'lar way o' business at all, but I'm so good-natured I can't say 'no." "Can't say 'no' to five pounds, you mean," retorted Mr. Wilks, who by no means relished these remarks.
"I didn't expect to lose by it," said the boarding-master, pointedly. "Come over and 'ave a glass at the Chequers, Dan, and then you can go along and see Teddy." The summer evening was well advanced when Mr. Kybird and his old friend parted.
Not being a praying man himself, he looked around for one who was. At length he found one a meek young man from Trumbull County who agreed to pay for his board in praying. For a while all went smoothly, but the boarding-master furnished his table so poorly that the boarders began to grumble and to leave, and the other morning the praying boarder actually "struck!"
Smith, with the studious care of one who desires to give exact information, "Cap'n Nugent and Mr. Wilks 'ad a little plan for giving you a sea blow." "Me?" interrupted the unfortunate steward. "Now, look 'ere, Nathan Smith " "Them was the cap'n's words," said the boarding-master, giving him a glance of great significance; "are you going to take away or add to wot the cap'n says?" Mr.
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