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Then the battered hero was welcomed by two joyous girls, and the young Scotch niece said, "We fairly thought you were gone, Mr. Ferrier, and all of us cried, and Miss Dearsley worst of all."
Why, now we've made a start, we must capture some more millionaires, and we'll have a vessel with every fleet, and no sick men lying on grimy floors. By the way, what a capital association that would be The Royal Society for the Capture of Millionaires. President and Organizing Director, Marion Dearsley; Treasurer, Lena Ranken; General Agent for Great Britain and the Colonies, Lewis Ferrier!
Yes; he had helped to haul as late as this last midnight. Now he's gone back, and I must see him, at any price, to-morrow, or I cannot save that arm. I couldn't hurry like a butcher, and so there will be many a man in pain this night." Marion Dearsley was deeply stirred. "I wish I could go round with you to-morrow and search out any bad cases."
By my reckonin' the Dearsley man won't take me; so me an' Orth'ris 'll see fair play. Jock, I tell you, 'twill be big fightin' whipped, wid the cream above the jam. Afther the business 'twill take a good three av us Jock 'll be very hurt to haul away that sedan-chair." "Palanquin." This from Ortheris. "Fwhatever ut is, we must have ut.
Marion Dearsley durst not talk frankly with this fine fellow, but she said enough. "I'm not sure that you will not be better here than spending time in society that is, if you have no pressing ambition, as most men have. I mean ambition for personal success and praise, and position. My brother always spoke of Parliament, and I suppose you would aim at the Royal Society.
The youngest girl fainted, and Marion Dearsley attended to her with a steady coolness that earned the admiration of her assistant the doctor. The serried ranks of the wreaths ceased to pour on, and the worn-out landsfolk went below.
'Soon as Jock's off duty I'm goin' there to see if 'e's safe not Mulvaney, but t'other man. My saints, but I pity 'im as 'elps Terence out o' the palanquin when 'e's once fair drunk! 'He'll come back without harm, I said. ''Corse 'e will. On'y question is, what 'll 'e be doin' on the road? Killing Dearsley, like as not. 'E shouldn't 'a gone without Jock or me.
Did any of you go to Dearsley afther my time was up? He was at the bottom of ut all. 'Ah said so, murmured Learoyd. 'To-morrow ah'll smash t' face in upon his heead. 'Ye will not. Dearsley's a jool av a man. Afther Ortheris had put me into the palanquin an' the six bearer-men were gruntin' down the road, I tuk thought to mock Dearsley for that fight.
"Nothin'," sez I, "but a great dale to you, for begad I'm thinkin' you get the full half av your revenue from that sedan-chair. Is ut always raffled so?" I sez, an' wid that I wint to a coolie to ask questions. Bhoys, that man's name is Dearsley, an' he's been rafflin' that ould sedan-chair monthly this matther av nine months.
"I'm askin' you to warehouse ut," said Mulvaney when he was brought to consider the question. "There's no steal in ut. Dearsley tould us we cud have ut if we fought.
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