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Updated: June 6, 2025
It's about what I ought to do." "Then, my boy, you have the right name addressed in the wrong direction: for I found you turning your shoulders on Mr. Whitford. And he has been out of his bed hunting you all the unholy night you've made it for him. That's melancholy. What do you say to asking my advice?" Crossjay sighed. "I can't speak to anybody but Mr. Whitford."
Jacob's appearance of a diligent perusal of a book he had presented to the lad, he took for a decent piece of trickery. It was with amazement that he heard from the mother and daughter, as well as Jacob, of Miss Middleton's going through the gate before ten o'clock with Crossjay beside her, the latter too hurried to spare a nod to Jacob.
"Now, take care before you open your mouth." Crossjay shut the mouth he had opened. "The lady has gone away over to a station, sir," said the tramp. "You fool!" roared Crossjay, ready to fly at him. "But ain't it now, young gentleman? Can you say it ain't?" "I gave you a shilling, you ass!" "You give me that sum, young gentleman, to stop here and take care of you, and here I stopped." "Mr.
De Craye was heated by his gallop to venture on the angling question: "Am I to hear the names of the bridesmaids?" The pace had nerved Clara to speak to it sharply: "There is no need." "Have I no claim?" She was mute. "Miss Lucy Darleton, for instance; whose name I am almost as much in love with as Crossjay." "She will not be bridesmaid to me." "She declines? Add my petition, I beg."
"I forgot you had been having your tea, my poor boy," said she. "And you don't pant a bit!" was his encomium. "Dear me, no; not more than a bird. You might as well try to catch a bird." Young Crossjay gave a knowing nod. "Wait till I get my second wind." "Now you must confess that girls run faster than boys." "They may at the start." "They do everything better." "They're flash-in-the-pans."
Put your influence to good service, my love. I believe you could persuade him to give us the Highland fling on the drawing-room table." "There is nothing to say to him of Crossjay?" "We hold Crossjay in reserve." "It is urgent." "Trust me. I have my ideas. I am not idle. That boy bids fair for a capital horseman.
"I'd rather not go to the Hall," Crossjay spoke resolutely. "You won't see Miss Middleton anywhere but at the Hall." "I don't want to see Miss Middleton, if I can't be a bit of use to her." "No danger threatening the lady, is there?" Crossjay treated the question as if it had not been put. "Now, tell me," said Dr. Corney, "would there be a chance for me, supposing Miss Middleton were disengaged?"
If we, if, Dr. Corney, you are sure it is unsafe for papa to be moved to-day, Crossjay must . . . he cannot be left." "Bring him with you, Corney," said Sir Willoughby; and the little doctor heartily promised that he would, in the event of his finding Crossjay at the cottage, which he thought a distant probability. "He gave me his word he would not go out till my return," said Laetitia.
She sent Crossjay out to him as soon as the boy was well filled. He sent Crossjay back with a request. She did not yield to it immediately. She stepped to the front door reluctantly, and seemed disconcerted. De Craye begged for a message to Miss Middleton. There was none to give. He persisted. But there was really none at present, she said.
"Then it is your own countrywomen you decry, sir!" Young Crossjay betrayed anxiety about his false position, and begged for the stories of Mary Ambree and the others who were English. "See, you will not read for yourself, you hide and play truant with Mr. Whitford, and the consequence is you are ignorant of your country's history."
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