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So he appeared on this occasion, fresh and finished to the last degree, the finest gentleman in the world the very light of Deb's eyes, and the satisfaction of her own fastidious taste walking in to her where she awaited him, in the morning-room, herself 'groomed' to match, with as much care as she had taken when she had no more serious matter to think of than how to dress to please him.
Checkers had found ready favor with Mr. Kendall by evincing an enthusiastic interest, confessing at the same time an ignorance which allowed the old gentleman full opportunity for enlarging upon his favorite hobbies. Aunt Deb's smiles were as quickly won by a deft word in praise of the table. Just how Arthur had explained the presence of his friend to the household, Checkers did not know.
It was a large crumple in Deb's rose-leaf, Manton's limpet-like attachment to Claud, who seemed unable to do anything without his servant's help, and the latter's cool relegation of herself to the second place in the MENAGE. It was all very well for HER to give her husband the premier place she did it gladly but for Manton to take possession of Redford as a mere appendage of his lord's was quite another matter.
I form plans against the smugglers Ned's brotherly advice I continue to visit old Riddle He presents me with a cutter My first lessons in sailing Reception of my present at home Aunt Deb again gives her opinion A present in return Sudden disappearance of Mark, which leads to a further expression of sentiments on the part of Aunt Deb I visit Leighton Hall My interview with the Squire I obtain permission to visit Mark in prison "Better than doing nothing" I console Old Roger "A prison's a bad place for a boy" Returning homewards, I unexpectedly gain some important information The barn The smuggler's conference Rather too near to be pleasant I contrive to escape Am pursued and captured by the smugglers, but finally released Aunt Deb's disapproval of my friendship for Mark Riddle.
I'm sick of this life, and shall be glad to go back to Mr Butterfield's office and the high stool, and listen to Aunt Deb's lectures." How to accomplish my purpose was the difficulty. I went up to the captain of the whaler. "I'm a gentleman's son," I said; "I came off to sea unintentionally, and I want to go home again." He gave a loud "Whew!" as I said this.
Several new people came to dinner, including Mr Goldsworthy and Ruby the latter sent at once, by Deb's command, to keep little Carey company. Spacious Redford was taxed to the utmost to accommodate its guests, and never was better Christmas cheer provided in the old hall of English Redford than its son in exile dispensed under his Australian roof.
And, among the rest, who dost thou think is to be her maid servant? Deb. Butler. Ah, Lovelace! And Ah, Belford! It can't be otherwise. But what dost think Deb's name is to be? Why, Dorcas, Dorcas Wykes. And won't it be admirable, if, either through fear, fright, or good liking, we can get my beloved to accept of Dorcas Wykes for a bed-fellow?
Inglefield replied to my questions: "Oh yes! He has appeared. The strange being is again upon the stage. Shortly after he left his sick-bed, I heard from Philip Beddington, of Chetasco, that Deb's hut had found a new tenant. At first I imagined that the Scotsman who built it had returned; but, making closer inquiries, I found that the new tenant was my servant.
It is said of drowning people that they see the whole panorama of their lives in the last seconds of consciousness; in the instant's pause that followed the manager's announcement, Jim saw Five Creeks renovated and prosperous, and Deb's children running about the old rooms and paddocks, and calling him father a home not quite unworthy of his goddess now, and one that loneliness and poverty would have taught her to appreciate.
The verse God's message to her was then and there engraved upon her heart; and though she had not yet found her 'rightful resting-place, though she was still alternately halting and groping her way towards the Light, yet the possibilities of a noble life, a life in the midst of crushing sorrow, such as represented by Deb's text, had a wonderful attraction for her.
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