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She kept the lecture, however, until they had dined and were alone; then, as he sat serenely smoking one of Mr. Burrell's finest cigars, she said: "I hope you are come back to me, Roland. I hope you have left that woman for ever." "Who do you mean by 'that woman, Elizabeth?" "De You know who I mean." "Denas! Left Denas! Left my wife! That is absurd, Elizabeth! I wanted to see you.
Old Man Harper came over to the bed and Rowlett released his hold and moved away. "I've done been studyin' whether Dorothy's goin' ter make hit acrost ter Jase Burrell's or not," said Caleb, quaveringly. "I fears me ther storm hes done washed out the ford." Then he crossed to the hearth and sat down in a chair to light his pipe. Cal Maggard lay unmoving as the old man's chair creaked.
"Little Brownie is the pilot," replied Janus jocularly, waving a hand in Harriet Burrell's direction. "Whatever she suggests, we will do. We can't do any better than to follow her lead." Harriet's cheeks flushed. She had taken a torch and began slowly to circle the trees to which the horses had been tied upon arriving at the camp site.
Her poor mother had seen, with the clearness of a mother's love, that the marriage would never tend to her child's happiness: she had observed both characters narrowly, and was perfectly convinced of Burrell's worthlessness. She could not impress this conviction on Sir Robert's mind; but in her last moments she extorted from him the promise that he would never urge the union.
Harriet referred to the barometer. "It has fallen over an inch in two hours," answered Captain Billy. "That is a big drop, isn't it?" "I should say so. But don't say anything to the others," he added, with a quick glance at the girls to see if any had overheard either his or Harriet Burrell's remarks. "It means a blow, does it not?" "Yes.
But it was not of sufficient consequence to stand out against or swerve the course of a quarrel; wherefore, he was gladdened by the news of Burrell's discomfiture. "So you like him too much to stand in his way," he said, meditatively. "How does your father look at it?" "He wants the Lieutenant to marry me. He says he will fix it up all right; but he doesn't understand. How could he?"
"Heave over such jargon," replied Dalton, upon whom Burrell's threats seemed to have made no impression. "Suppose you did betray me, how many days' purchase would your life be worth? Think ye there are no true hearts and brave, who would sacrifice their own lives to avenge the loss of mine? Avast, Master of Burrell! you are old enough to know better."
What satisfaction was there in having beautiful curls if no big, kind hand ever passed over them in a fatherly caress such as was passing over Peggy Burrell's closely-clipped head? What pleasure was there in having people praise you if they said behind your back: "Oh, that's Justin Huntingdon's daughter.
I could sit and gravely cast up sums in great books, or compare sum with sum, and write "paid" against this, and "unpaid" against t'other, and yet reserve in some corner of my mind "some darling thoughts all my own," faint memory of some passage in a book, or the tone of an absent friend's voice, a snatch of Miss Burrell's singing, or a gleam of Fanny Kelly's divine plain face.
"I am not going direct to Cecil Place," was Burrell's excuse; "I am looking after one Robin Hays, who dwells somewhere near, or at, a place called the Gull's Nest Crag: he was once my servant, and I desire to see him." "It is even one with me," replied Fleetword; "I know the lad Robin, too; so I will go with thee, and read the while.
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