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It is a great pity that people are so narrow in their notions of what wicked thoughts are. Every thought which maims you is wicked, horribly wicked, I call it. By the way, going to another subject, that poor girl, Phoebe Crowhurst, who lived at your house, is very ill again. She would like to see you. Catharine left, and Mrs. Furze came in. "Has anything unsettled your daughter lately?"
We sympathise when we sit in a theatre overpowered by stage agony, but a truer sympathy is that which may require some effort, pity for common, dull, and deadly trouble that does not break out in shrieks and is not provided with metre and scenery. You were kind enough to get Judith Crowhurst published for me, and it has had what is called a 'success, but I doubt if it will do any good.
Depend on it, had the merchant vessels been allowed, they would have come to our assistance if we had wanted them." "A pretty pass we should have come to, to require their aid," exclaimed Crowhurst, in a scornful tone. "We may require it some day, and you'd be the first to shout for help," answered Gerald.
I will stay with you at night, and just have a bit of sleep in the mornings. Your sister can manage after I've seen to father's breakfast and while I'm a-lying down, and if she wants me, she's only got to call." The mother looked worn and anxious, as though, even with Mrs. Dunsfold's assistance, her rest had been insufficient. "Mrs. Crowhurst," said Catharine, "go to bed again directly.
I thought I should just like to let you know that whatever missus and master may say, I'M sure you have done nothing but what is quite straight. "Yours truly, "PHOEBE CROWHURST." Tom was grateful to Phoebe, and he put her letter in his pocket: it remained there for some time: it then came out with one or two other papers, was accidentally burnt with them, and was never answered.
The boys consulted a little, and soon determined to leave the high-road, which seemed endless, as far as they could see, and try their fortune in Crowhurst for the night. It was not long before they came to it, lying in a hollow, and snugly sheltered by gently rising wooded ground. It was a very little village indeed.
Meantime Gerald, who was disposed under all circumstances to make himself happy, thought the Champion's employment very good fun, notwithstanding the grumblings of old Beater and Crowhurst, who were from morning till night abusing the slow-sailing "sugar-hogsheads," as they designated the merchant craft.
If you do not, you will be ill too. I will stay with Phoebe, at least for to-night, if anybody can be found to go to Eastthorpe to tell my mother I shall not be home." "Miss Catharine! to think of such a thing! I'm sure you shan't," replied Mrs. Crowhurst; but Catharine persisted, and a message was sent by Phoebe's brother, who, although so young, knew the way perfectly well, and could be trusted.
Obtaining a light, he, followed by the master and Crowhurst, made his way to the part of the hold which had before served as a refuge to Norah and her friend Ellen. In the mean time, Norman Foley's party, with Owen, had pulled for the western side of the lagoon.
As I have said, I knew Judith Crowhurst well, and after she was dead I wrote her biography, because I believed there are thousands like her in London alone. I hoped that here and there I might excite sympathy with them.
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