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"I would not if I were you, Miss Deleah." "But why not? Do tell me why not?" "Mr. Boult is a good business man. He's my chief, and I'm not going to speak against him; but I don't quite see him buying you flowers." "You know he loved my poor father, don't you?" she asked him in a lowered voice. She had never mentioned the dead man's name to him before; her cheek paled, he saw, as she did so now.
Boult for going into her affairs; looking through her books, catechising her, cross-questioning her, giving her advice in his tyrannical, bullying way. From this her thoughts glanced off to the subject Bessie had held forth upon in her irritating, worrying fashion, through tea. "It is a pity the child did not have his face washed, certainly," she said. At last a customer!
It was a relief when he turned, at the warder's touch on his arm, and went below. In the room where he was allowed to sit for a time before being driven to prison his lawyer came to speak to him; the confidential clerk from his own office; his friend, George Boult. "It is very severe," George Boult kept saying with nervous reiteration. "Very severe." The prisoner did not speak.
Something in tone depreciatory of the man caused Deleah to say quickly, "He has been very good to us. He helped mama about the grocer's shop; and advises her." "So I have heard." He was thinking to himself if the unsatisfactory brother had to look for mercy for any misdoings to George Boult he would be in a sorry case. "He is very young my poor brother," Deleah put in.
She folded the cheque, put it in her cheap, little-used purse, and stood up. So humiliated she felt, she hesitated to put out her hand, lest he should think it presumptuous on her part to expect him to shake hands with her. "Where is this brother of yours? What is he doing?" he asked. "He is at Ingleby. Mr. George Boult put him into one of his shops in the country." "Oh! George Boult?"
" BROWN, EMERSON, SMITH, BRAY, BUDDS, FENN, RUSHMERE, BOULT: BROCK, aided by this knife, was saved after being 7-1/2 hours in the sea. October 6. 1835.
He thought how certainly, if she had so wished it, she might have been going to be his sister-in-law, and the reflection again quickened the perception of the fact that something was due from the family of Forcus to that of Day. "I will go and see George Boult to-morrow," he said. "The draper, do you mean? Why?" "He is their adviser. Put the poor woman into that wretched shop.
And George Boult came often, and more often. Hardly a night that he did not come. The business, not paying, must be disposed of; there was no absolute cause for hurry; Mrs. Day could hang on till an advantageous offer was made, Mr. Boult decided. The house, open to receive him whenever it pleased him to go, suited him.
It did a thriving trade with the Havana; and he who suggested that it should be sacked, affirmed upon his honour, like Boult over Maria, that it never yet "was sacked by any Pirates." Towards this virginal rich town the buccaneers proceeded, keeping close along the coast until they made the anchorage of Santa Maria. Here they dropped anchor for the night.
Deleah, gasping with astonishment, got out; and Bessie, in the flurry and perturbation of the moment, flung at her the sisterly advice to find out. Deleah, pale of face, eyes staring, gazed speechless from Bessie on the sofa, in the black-and-white muslin recommended by Emily, to Mr. Boult, now engaged in peering with sudden interest into the street.
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