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The gentleman had to descend, and subsequently an amiable dissension arose on the part of the young lady and Mr. Colesworth. She, however, yielded one of her bags, and he, though doubly laden, was happy. All very transparent to pastoral observation, but why should they not be left to their chirruping youthfulness?
And supposing she rolls you up and pitches you over, her noticing you is a pretty compliment to your pen. That 'll be consoling. Mr. Colesworth fancied, he said, that he was proof against feminine blandishments in the direction of his writings. He spoke as one indicating a thread to suggest a cable. The captain applauded the fancy as a pleasing delusion of the young sprigs of Journalism.
If so, the Holy Father would have a word to say, let alone Kathleen. The maids of his Church do not espouse her foes. For the men it is another matter: that is as the case may be. Temporarily we are in cordial intercourse, Mr. Colesworth. Miss Kathleen returned to deck carrying her bags.
Father Boyle came climbing up the ladder, uncertain of his legs; he rolled and snatched and tottered on his way to them, and accepted the gentleman's help of an arm, saying: 'Thank ye, thank ye, and good morning, Mr. Colesworth. And my poor child! what sort of a night has it been above, Kathleen?
Colesworth; 'tis my duty to do it as pastor and citizen. 'No, to more than that, sir. You spoke with friendly warmth. 'The atmosphere was genial, if you remember the whisky and the fumes of our tobacco at one o'clock! 'I shall recollect the evening with the utmost pleasure. You were kind enough to instruct me in a good many things I shall be sure to profit by.
Upon this, Mr. Colesworth, with all respect for French intelligence, denied the conclusiveness of French generalisations, which ascribed to women universal occult dominion, and traced all great affairs to small intrigues. The captain's eyes twinkled on him, thinking how readily he would back smart Miss Kathleen to do the trick, if need were.
Her dimpled cushion features, and very intent eyes gazing out of the knolls and dingles, were given without caricature. Miss Colesworth appeared on the last page, a half-length holding a big key, demure between curls. The key was explained by a cage on a stool, and a bird flying out. She had unlocked the cage for Patrick.
'Without any personal disfigurement: and is in England now, under her father's roof, meditating fresh adventures. Kathleen cried: 'Ye 're talking of the lady who was Miss Adister I can guess Ah! She humped her shoulders and sent a shudder up her neck. 'But she's a grand creature, Mr. Colesworth, and you ought to know her, said Con.
Colesworth and the captain bowed to an introduction; and the captain, at mention of his name, immediately cried out that Mr.
The lady he was for seeing, Mr. Colesworth, was just then embarking on an adventure of a romantic character, particularly well suited to her nature, and the end of it was a trifle sanguinary, and she suffered a disappointment also, though not perhaps on that account. 'I heard of it in England last year, said Mr. Colesworth. 'Did she come through it safely?
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