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This is a point to be remembered in the light of subsequent events. While she had been looking after herself Sophie Dawes had not been unmindful ofthe advancement of hangers-on of her own family. She had about her a nephew and a niece. The latter, supposed by some to have a closer relationship to Sophie than that of mere niece, she had contrived to marry off to a marquis.
He and she stood leaning against one another, silent, afraid, their bodies touching all along. There came a quick gurgle from the river below. "Why," he asked at length, "did you hate Baxter Dawes?" She turned to him with a splendid movement. Her mouth was offered him, and her throat; her eyes were half-shut; her breast was tilted as if it asked for him.
From this it grew to anecdote of wreck and adventure, and at last Gabbett said something which made the listener start from his indifferent efforts to slumber, into sudden broad wakefulness. It was the mention of his own name, coupled with that of the woman he had met on the quarter-deck, that roused him. "I saw her speaking to Dawes yesterday," said the giant, with an oath.
There was silence for a time; then Miss Phinney spoke concerning the weather. Up at the Cy Whittaker place the days were full ones. There, also, legal questions were discussed, with Georgianna, the Board of Strategy, Josiah Dimick occasionally, and, more infrequently still, Miss Dawes, as participants with Captain Cy in the discussions. Rumors were true in so far as they related to Mr.
He asked for the chaplain. Rufus Dawes, half ashamed of himself for his request, waited a long morning, and then saw, respectfully ushered into his cell as his soul's physician Meekin. "Well, my good man," said Meekin, soothingly, "so you wanted to see me." "I asked for the chaplain," said Rufus Dawes, his anger with himself growing apace.
Sinful wretch that I am, to have denied Thee! See me on my knees before Thee! Pity me, or let me die! December 9th. I have been visiting the two condemned prisoners, Dawes and Bland, and praying with them. O Lord, let me save one soul that may plead with Thee for mine! Let me draw one being alive out of this pit! I weep I weary Thee with my prayers, O Lord! Look down upon me. Grant me a sign.
In a stone-yard was a little group of persons Troke, Burgess, Macklewain, Kirkland, and Rufus Dawes. Three wooden staves, seven feet high, were fastened together in the form of a triangle. The structure looked not unlike that made by gypsies to boil their kettles. To this structure Kirkland was bound.
She will tell you so. I nursed her! I carried her in my arms! I starved myself for her! She was fond of me, sir. She was indeed. She called me 'Good Mr. Dawes'." At this, a coarse laugh broke out, which was instantly checked.
The glow was warm on her handsome, pensive face as she kneeled there like a devotee. "What did you think of Mrs. Dawes?" she asked quietly. "She doesn't look very amiable," he replied. "No, but don't you think she's a fine woman?" she said, in a deep tone, "Yes in stature. But without a grain of taste. I like her for some things. IS she disagreeable?" "I don't think so.
Frere, unable to attack the clergyman, and indignant at the manner in which he had been defeated, revenged himself upon Rufus Dawes. The method and manner of Frere's revenge became a subject of whispered conversation on the island.
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