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So what is it, my sweet Fleda?" "I promised " said Fleda colouring and turning her letter over. But there she stopped. "Whom and what?" said Mrs. Carleton after she had waited a reasonable time. "Mr. Carleton." "What did you promise, my dear Fleda?" "That I would do as he said." "But he wishes you to do as you please." Fleda brought her eyes quick out of Mrs. Carleton's view, and was silent.
Just as the baffled troops were entering Ladysmith a battery of naval guns, which had arrived from Durban that morning and had gone immediately into action, succeeded in silencing Long Tom and some other guns on Pepworth Hill, nearly four miles distant. In the evening Joubert sent in a flag of truce to White to announce Carleton's surrender.
It was for that partly we turned out of our way this evening." "I am very glad you did," said Mr. Ringgan. "I hope your way will bring you here often. Won't you stay and try some of these same muffins before you go?" But this was declined, and the gentlemen departed; Fleda, it must be confessed, seeing nothing in the whole leave-taking but Mr. Carleton's look and smile.
Carleton's first eight years as governor of Canada were almost entirely occupied with civil administration. The next four were equally occupied with war; so much so, indeed, that the Quebec Act could not be put in force on the 1st of May 1775, as provided for in the Act itself, but only bit by bit much later on.
"I wouldn't want any better for myself," said Barby, determinately. "I would for you," said Fleda. She thought of Mr. Carleton's words again, and went on in spite of herself. "It is a mistake, Barby. The best of us do not deserve anything good; and if we have the sight of a friend's face, or the very sweet air we breathe, it is because Christ has bought it for us.
"But unhappily my power reaches very little way." "Perhaps," said Mrs. Evelyn with a sly smile, "that might be arranged differently Mrs. Rossitur I have no doubt would desire nothing better than a smooth world for her little niece and Mr. Carleton's power might be unlimited in its extent."
Two artillery boats were sent to her assistance, "which towed her off through a very thick fire, until out of farther reach, much to the honour of Mr. John Curling and Mr. Patrick Carnegy, master's mate and midshipman of the Isis, who conducted them; and of Mr. Edward Pellew, mate of the Blonde, who threw the tow-rope from the Carleton's bowsprit."
"Very good," said Carleton suavely, as he surveyed the ridiculous incongruity before him. "I'll change your runs, then. I can't have you two men brawling and prize-fighting every trip." There was a sudden sound from the window, as though Regan had got some of his blackstrap juice down the wrong way. Hawkeye's face went black as thunder. Carleton's face was like a sphinx.
It was at least an advance on Carleton's dogma, that there was but one unique and solitary truth, and that to declare heretics not punishable with death was an insult to the government of the Republic.
There was the modern Silent One, tranquil amid the waves of battle. Sitting quietly, with perfect poise, eyes on the ground, and steadily smoking, he whittled a stick, neither flesh nor spirit quailing. "He himself knew what he would do." And he did wait, and, in waiting, won. Carleton's faith in Grant, strong from the first, was now as a mountain, unshakable.
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