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But he was nettled by some of his bad companions having taunted him with his slavery to his besetting sin, and had responded to Mr Crossley's summons under the impression that he was going to get what he styled a "wigging." He was therefore taken somewhat aback when the old gentleman replied to his last remark gently.
From the darkness a slight click. If she had known! for, it was Crossley's match-safe. The sound, slight yet so clear, startled her, roused her. She called out: "Mr. Crossley, won't you please be patient enough to let me try that again?" A brief hesitation, then: "Certainly." Once more she began. But this time there was no hesitation.
She saw many signs that all sorts of things of the sort with which she wished to have no contact were going on about her; but as she held slightly but not at all haughtily aloof, she would have had to go out of her way to see enough to scandalize her. She soon suspected that she was being treated with extraordinary consideration. This was by Crossley's orders.
Crossley's tale gave me a shock. I came at once." "Then you didn't abandon me to my fate, as I thought?" He smiled in his strange way. "I? when I loved you? Hardly." "Then you did interest yourself in me because you cared precisely as I said," laughed she. "And I should have given you up if you had succeeded precisely as I said," replied he. "You wished me to fail?" "I wished you to fail.
"He has been a true friend to us all. Go, Charlie. But stay. I see May coming. The dear child always comes to me when there is anything good or sorrowful to tell. But she comes from the wrong direction. Perhaps she does not yet know of Mr Crossley's arrival." "May! Can it be?" exclaimed Charlie in an undertone of surprise as he observed, through the window, the girl who approached.
My mother pulled it up with impatience, and there lay before us, the last things in the chest, a bundle tied up in oilcloth, and looking like papers, and a canvas bag, that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold. "I'll show these rogues that I'm an honest woman," said my mother. "I'll have my dues, and not a farthing over. Hold Mrs. Crossley's bag."
"Well, well," resumed Charlie, with a laugh, "however that may be, I did decline Mr Crossley's offers, but it does not matter much now, for that same worthy captain who bothered you so much has told me of a situation of which he has the gift, and has offered it to me." "You don't say so! Is it a good one?" "Yes, and well paid, I'm told, though I don't know the exact amount of the salary yet."
Crossley's Diary and Correspondence of Worthington, so far as it has gone, is one of the best edited books known to me, the footnotes being very nuggets of biographical lore; and it is to be regretted that the connected notices of Worthington, Hartlib, and Durie, postponed by Mr.
I felt that the Lord was with me in this matter, and I could no longer doubt which was the path of duty.... I decided to accept John Crossley's offer, and we were married on the 28th day of January, 1800." Mr. Crossley never did a better day's work than in marrying his excellent and noble wife. From that day forward she was his helper, his co-worker, his consoler.
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