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Denover," he said, "I've met an old chum down on the wharf yonder a countryman and I'd as soon have expected to find the President of the United States in this little one-horse town. His name's Davis Captain Davis, of the schooner 'Angelina Dobbs' and he's going to sail for Southampton this very night. There's a streak of luck. A free passage for you and for me up to Southampton to-night."
"My dear, you must not talk so much; you are not able." "Call Mr. Parmalee." Mrs. Denover obeyed. The artist presented himself promptly, quite overjoyed. "Why, now," said Mr. Parmalee, "I'd rather see this than have a thousand dollars down. Why, you look as spry almost as ever. How do you feel?" "You have been very good to me and my mother. Be good until the end.
He leaned over the greasy baluster, shouting into the invisible regions below, and was answered promptly enough by a grimy maid-servant with a flickering dip-candle. "'Tain't my fault, nor yet missis's," said this grimy maid. "Mrs. Denover will sit in the dark, which I've " "That will do, Jane Anne," taking the dip and unceremoniously cutting her short. "Vamoose! evaporate!
Parmalee, "or you'll use yourself up, you know, and then you won't be able to travel to-morrow. And after to-morrow, and after you see your Well, my lady, there's the other little trip back to Uncle Sam's domains you've got to make; for you ain't a-going to stay in England and pester that poor young lady's life out?" "No," said Mrs. Denover, mournfully "no, I will never trouble her again.
Denover, and descended at once to the shore, where a boat from the "Angelina Dobbs" was awaiting them. Mr. Parmalee took the oars and rowed away in the direction of the park. The sickly glimmer of the moon showed him the stone terrace and the solitary figure standing waiting there.
Two minutes more and the tall young man burst impetuously into the dark room. "All alone, Mrs. Denover," called a cheery voice, "and all in the dark? Darkness isn't wholesome too conducive to low spirits and the blue devils. Halloo! Jane Anne, idol of my young affections, bring up the gas."
Who did the deed?" "It looked like her husband," replied Mr. Parmalee. "He was as jealous as a Turk, anyway." "She is not dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Denover; "her heart flutters. Oh! pray leave me alone with her; I think I know what to do." The men quitted the cabin. Mrs. Denover removed her daughter's clothing and examined the wound.
Oh! them squash pies of my old lady's require to be eat to be believed in; and, for her sake, I always take to elderly female parties in distress. Here's the forage. Come in, Jane Anne, beloved of my soul, and dump 'em down and go." Jane Anne did. "Now, Mrs. Denover, you sit right up and fall to. Here's oysters, and here's mutton chops, raging hot, and baked potatoes delicious to look at.
She gave me thirty sovereigns plump down, promised me three hundred pounds, and told me to fetch you along. It ain't as much as I expected to make in this speculation; but, on the whole, I consider it a pretty tolerable fair stroke of business." "Thank God!" the woman whispered, "thank God! I shall see my lost darling once before I die!" "Now don't you go and take on, Mrs. Denover," observed Mr.
And here's a glass of port wine, and you've got to drink it without a whimper. Mind what I told you; you don't budge a step to-morrow unless you eat a hearty supper to-night." "You are very good to me," Mrs. Denover repeated. "What would have become of me but for you?" She strove to eat and drink to please him and to sustain her feeble strength, but every morsel seemed to choke her.
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