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The battle, fought almost on the ancient battle-ground of Nelson and Collingwood, was incomparably the greatest sea-fight in the history of war.
"First of all, is that maid you speak of, Esther Mawson, reliable?" "I don't know!" answered Nesta. "My mother has had her two years she's a Barford woman. Sometimes I think she's sly and cunning. But I've given her such strict orders now that she'll never dare to let any one see my mother again without my consent." "The other question's this," said Collingwood.
Soon Troubridge, his dearest friend, came up with a couple of others; and Collingwood, the close associate of early days, who had the rear ship, was signalled to imitate Nelson's act.
Hawke smashing Conflans in a hurricane; Rodney, gloriously alone, fighting his ship against a fleet; Duncan hammering the Dutch; Sam Hood, Jack Jervis, Nelson, Cuddie Collingwood; and all that grim array of big-beaked, bloody-fisted fighting men who for fifty years had held the narrow seas against all comers. "D'you remember your father?" The old man brooded over the boy.
"Will you come with me and speak to my mother?" she said. "She knows you are here, and she wants to say something about what has happened something about that document which Pratt said he possessed." Eldrick and Collingwood exchanged glances without speaking. They followed Nesta into her mother's sitting-room.
In the old age of Saumarez, the even, ordered tenor of his active military life is reflected in the peaceful, satisfied enjoyment of repose and home happiness, of the fruits of labors past, which Collingwood, probably without good reason, fancied to be characteristic of his own temperament.
Collingwood's merits; and as he spoke he put a letter into her hand. The letter was from her good friend Mr. Collingwood, accepting a bishopric in the West Indies, which had been offered to him by Lord Davenant.
"Oh, Merry has every blooming one of them on a string!" cried Rattleton. "He thon't do a wing to 'em I mean he won't do a thing to 'em." The Yale men were singing songs of victory already, and the Harvard crowd was doing its best to keep up the courage of its team by rooting hard. It was a most exciting game. "The hottest game I ever saw played by freshmen," commented Collingwood.
Two nights Irving spent all alone in the Sixth Form dormitory; it amused him to walk up and down the corridors with the list of those to whom rooms there had been assigned. “Collingwood, Westby, Scarborough, Morrill, Anderson, Baldersnaith, Hill”—some of them had occupied these rooms as Fifth Formers, and Irving had asked Mr. Barclay about them.
He hung up the receiver and went back to bed. If no one had come in and no one had left the Collingwood since his return, the men must have been in the building unless they had come by another way than the main entrance; which was the only entrance open after midnight. If the former was the case, then someone on the outside must have communicated to them as to him.
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