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I'll just run out and send another saying you won't come, Miss Daisy." And then the strangest smile came over Mrs. Bunting's face. There had fallen on her ear the still distant, but unmistakable, shouts which betokened that something had happened last night something which made it worth while for the newspaper-sellers to come crying down the Marylebone Road.
They says, them forecastle chaps, that they see'd his body streaming out over the starboard quarter, as if it had been the fly of one of his own ensigns. How was it, Ned? you was thereaway, and ought to know all about it." "To be sure I does," said Ned, who was Bunting's remaining assistant.
He sometimes, however, condescended to a chicken, and when he did so condescend he generously intimated that Mr. and Mrs. Bunting were welcome to a share in it. Now to-day this day of which the happenings were to linger in Mrs. Bunting's mind so very long, and to remain so very vivid, it had been arranged that Mr.
Even had she wished to do so, she had neither the time nor the power to warn her lodger of his danger, for Daisy and her companion were now coming down the room, bearing straight for the Commissioner of Police. In another moment Mrs. Bunting's lodger and Sir John Burney were face to face. Mr.
But I felt solitary too, waiting at Madras for the next ship to England; and in my folly, forgetful of the single aim with which I had come, Jeanie Mackie, to wit, I thought I might as well use my present opportunities, and see what I could of the place and its inhabitants. "With that view, I left my letters at Government House, at Mr. Clarkson's, Colonel Bunting's, Mrs.
"I thought the girl would be back by the time I got home." "She ain't coming home to-day" there was an odd, sly, smiling look on Bunting's face. "Did she send a telegram?" asked Mrs. Bunting. "No. Young Chandler's just come in and told me. He's been over there and, would you believe it, Ellen? he's managed to make friends with Margaret. Wonderful what love will do, ain't it?
Their father had never said this, but they were sure that he thought it; and their father knew everything. As he walked along he would say suddenly, "Go there" but without lifting his eyes, just waving his hand towards the spot "and there you will find a bunting's nest, or a stone-chat's"; nor once in a dozen times would he be mistaken.
While she had been upstairs, talking to the lodger, Bunting's young friend, Joe Chandler, the detective, had come in, and as she walked into the sitting-room she saw that her husband was pushing half a sovereign across the table towards Joe.
'Ow can we go and do a gargle at the saloon-bar on top of the Sierra Mountains? But anybody can go and see Bunting's boarding-house at Worthing." Moon regarded him with an expression of real or assumed surprise. "Any one," continued Gould, "can call on Mr. Trip." "It is a comforting thought," replied Michael with restraint; "but why should any one call on Mr. Trip?"
We never use the grate, but it's in perfect order, for the first thing I did after I came into the house was to have the chimney swept. It was terribly dirty. It might have set the house on fire." Mrs. Bunting's housewifely instincts were roused. "For the matter of that, you ought to have a fire in your bedroom this cold night." "By no means I would prefer not.
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