Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 4, 2025
We are just thirty-two miles from Edinburgh. Two or three public coaches pass us within a mile, and I will take care to have a carriage meet you at Melrose Brigley End, if you prefer that way of travelling. Who can tell whether we may ever, in such different paths of life, have so good an opportunity of meeting?
No, I won't speak. It's a lesson to me for being such an easy-going fool." He turned thoughtful now, but was ready to look up sharply as Jerry entered. "Want me any more 'smornin', sir?" "No, Brigley, no. You have heard no more news of poor Smithson?" "No, sir, not a word." "Strange how I have been thinking of him all the night." "So have I, sir.
"I heard a noise, sir I thought you'd been losing money all night to Mr Frayne, sir, and that you'd shot yourself, sir with your pistol, sir. Ain't yer, sir?" "I shot myself? Pistol? Why, Brigley, you must be tipsy!" "Which I ain't, sir; indeed, I ain't!" protested Jerry. "But are you really all right, sir? I heered a horful bang." "I'm so stupidly confused and sleepy, I hardly know," said Lacey.
"Brigley," said the colonel, "you will be brought face to face with Sir Mark " "Mark no Sir," cried Jerry hotly. "Silence, man. You will be brought face to face with the officer you accuse. Meanwhile, you do not leave the barracks. You are under arrest." "No, sir; pray, sir Colonel, don't say that. Let me go and see him," cried Jerry, with the tears now streaming down his cheeks.
Then Brigley the trapper well, he was a thief and coward. He come to Little Hammer and say, 'I am hungry and tired. Little Hammer give him food and sleep. He go away. 'Bien, he come back and say, 'It is far to go; I have no horse. So Little Hammer give him a horse too.
There was none too much time, but Dick had only to walk into the orchestra with his flute-case under his arm; so, hurrying away, he ran across the barrack yard, entered the officers' quarters unquestioned, and made his way to the first floor. "Come in!" came, in a gruff voice, in answer to a modest tap. "That you, Brigley?"
I don't want to pump you, Brigley, but I suppose he was in quite a different station of life, and got into some trouble, which made him leave home?" "Beg pardon, sir; Dick Smithson made me swear as I'd keep my mouth shut about him, and I give him my word; and, all respeck to you, sir, I'm going to keep it; but I can't contradict what you said, sir, all the same."
"Perks, sir perkisites: old boots and shoes and things. So I 'listed six months ago, and here have I, Jeremiah Brigley, been barked at and drilled till I could stand on my head stiff and go through it all." "Yes, you would have to be drilled," said Dick, thoughtfully; "and how do you get on as his servant?" "Get on, sir? As his servant, sir?
"Please tell master that the London doctor has come in from the hotel and wants to see him directly." "Ah, yes," said the tutor, who had heard every word; "I thought he would come early. Go on to the station, Brigley; tell them poor Sir Richard must be found. I'll go down to see the doctor."
The tutor came, though, five minutes later, and, meeting his man, exclaimed with animation: "Better news, Brigley." "No, sir," said Jerry, shaking his head. "Worse much worse!" "How dare you, sir?" cried the tutor, irritable from a sleepless night. "I tell you the news is better, and we have hopes." "And I tell you, sir, that the news is worse." Mr Draycott stared at his man, and began to frown.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking