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Morris Bolter. This is Mrs. Bolter. 'Mrs. Bolter's humble servant, said Fagin, bowing with grotesque politeness. 'I hope I shall know her better very shortly. 'Do you hear the gentleman, Charlotte? thundered Mr. Claypole. 'Yes, Noah, dear! replied Mrs. Bolter, extending her hand. 'She calls me Noah, as a sort of fond way of talking, said Mr. Morris Bolter, late Claypole, turning to Fagin.
But when this bolter's turn came again, he reared and plunged away stiff-legged, crossed the inward furrow, and before I could turn him again to the track, cut inside the course for two stakes or possibly fifty yards. By this time I was beyond recall, but as I came round and passed the starting-point, the judges attempted to stop me, and I well knew my chances were over.
Besides the horses for the drays, four others were taken, in case the new arrivals should wish to ride. They were steady animals, not addicted to following Old Bolter's example. The drays having been sent on ahead, the captain and Harry, wishing the loved ones at Stratton good-bye, mounted their horses, and quickly overtook them.
But we once had some, we white men, in one of the islands. And that led to Bolter's row with me." "What about?" "Oh, about his young woman. I told her the story; it was thoughtless, and yet I don't know that I was wrong. After all, Bolter could not have been a comfortable fellow to marry." In this opinion readers of the Beach-comber's narrative will probably agree, I fancy. "Bad moral character?"
Bolter's black mare." "Mr. Bolter's mare?" repeated Ida. "Now, tell me!" urged the excited Betty. "Didn't you come to Cliffdale to look for your aunt?" "Yes. That I did. But she isn't up here at all." By this time Uncle Dick and the others were gathered about the door of the hut. Jaroth, with a glance now and then at his horses, had even stepped inside.
The appointments were also made then; but I have been obliged, for reasons not necessary to be named, to keep them to myself. The steamer that carried a cargo of coal, provisions, and stores to the Eastern Gulf squadron, was the bearer of Paul's appointment to the St. Regis, and Mr. Bolter's commission as chief engineer of the Bellevite.
So he had rented a hut the other side of Bolter's Hill, near the schoolhouse. He planned to have his house moved there, and intended starting a little candy and notion store. There had never been much house-moving in Tipton, and nobody in the village was equipped to undertake even the simple task of conveying the Dobbins dwelling uphill and then down again.
"And that's the yarn of the Black Dogs and the Thumbless Hand." "I think," said I, "that you did no harm in telling Bolter's young woman." "I never thought of it when I told her, or of her interest in the kennel; but, by George, she soon broke off her engagement." "Did you know Manning, the Pakeha Maori, the fellow who wrote Old New Zealand?" "No, what about him?"
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