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If I hadn't had a stick that day, ma'am, it would have been heaven help the pair of us. The next minute Tommy Noddy was going splash down the cliffs, all feathers and blood together, or Philip wouldn't have lived to be Dempster.... Aw, frightened you, have I, ma'am, for all it's so long ago? The heart's a quare thing, now, isn't it? Got no yesterday nor to-morrow neither. Well, good-night, ma'am."
Douglas had been playing for some time when his attention was attracted by the shoe-maker, who had risen from the chair and was walking toward the house. No sooner had he entered by the back door than Mrs. Dempster followed. Douglas went on with his music, at the same time wondering what was in their minds.
He had not long to wait, however, for presently the widow came to the door and beckoned him to come. He at once obeyed, and crossed over to where she was standing. "Don't make any noise," she warned, "but foller me. I want to show ye something." Tiptoeing across the floor, Mrs. Dempster led him to the door of the little room where the invalid was lying.
He left the governor, again pacing up and down. Coleman returned at once to the hall to resume his interrupted labours with the committee. The results of his conference with the governor seemed very satisfactory, "We can now go ahead with free minds," said Clancey Dempster. The business was astonishingly varied in scope.
There was no sound but the gurgle of the ebbing tide, which was racing out with the river's flow between the pier and the castle rock. The man looked at his dog, stooped to it, gave it the biscuit, and petted it and stroked it while it munched its supper. "Dempster, bogh! Dempster! Getting ould, eh? Travelled far together, haven't we? Tired a bit, aren't you?
Budd, and the blinking countenance of Mr. Tomlinson. Mr. Dempster held his hat in his hand, and poked his head forward with a butting motion by way of bow. A storm of cheers subsided at last into dropping sounds of 'Silence! 'Hear him! 'Go it, Dempster! and the lawyer's rasping voice became distinctly audible. 'Fellow-townsmen!
Dempster, and was about to leave the schoolroom, when the forlorn position of Jacob Postlethwaite, piteously sniffing on the stool of penitence, attracted her attention as she passed him, and made her stop good-humouredly to speak a word to the little prisoner before she opened the door. "You foolish boy," she said, "why don't you beg Mr. Dempster's pardon, and hold your tongue about the ghost?"
My mother, who was then in high force, and not to be controlled by any one, would have served the dempster with the same sauce with which she dressed his brother, had he not been wise enough to fly from the island.
He stood near the door trembling in every limb, and looking appealingly into the faces of those before him. "Fer the love of heavens, Joe! what's the matter with ye?" Mrs. Dempster exclaimed, as she rose to her feet and gave the old man her chair. "Have ye been fightin'?" Joe's lips moved, but a groan was the only sound he uttered, as he crouched there, the picture of abject misery.
"But did not the spirit say you were to have happiness after a time," said Mr. Dempster, triumphantly, "and have you not got it?" "Certainly I have; and if it had any hand in bringing it about I am very grateful to it," said Francis, looking at his wife with pride and pleasure; "but I think we owe our happiness very much to each other.
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