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In an instant he came back again, glanced furtively at Mr. Donkin's face, and then, once more having recourse to brushing his hat, he said, in a low voice 'You'll not be hard upon him, sir, I hope? 'I must do my duty, replied Mr. Donkin, a little sternly, 'without any question of hardness.
The President referred to the synthesis of ammonia from its elements recently effected by Donkin, and remarked that apparently the ammonia was formed in much larger quantities by the process proposed by the author of the present paper. Mr.
Donkin was really more concerned for the misguided rioters than he was aware; and he was aware of more interest than he cared to express. So he softened his tone a little, and tried to give the best advice in his power. 'You'd better go to Edward Dawson on the other side of the river; he that was articled clerk with me two years ago, you know.
Just let her drift?" insisted Knowles in a tone of unbelief. "Aye! Drift, an' be blowed," affirmed Donkin with fine recklessness. The other did not see it meditated. "The stores would run out," he muttered, "and... never get anywhere... and what about payday?" he added with greater assurance. "Jack likes a good pay-day," exclaimed a listener on the doorstep.
In an instant he came back again, glanced furtively at Mr. Donkin's face, and then, once more having recourse to brushing his hat, he said, in a low voice 'You'll not be hard upon him, sir, I hope? 'I must do my duty, replied Mr. Donkin, a little sternly, 'without any question of hardness.
And there was no answer save that echo in the room that brought the perspiration streaming down from Regan's face, a harder light into Carleton's eyes and a chill like death into Donkin's heart. Suddenly Donkin pushed back his chair; and his fingers, from the key, touched the crystal of his watch.
Donkin went at it as earnestly as Toddles did and Toddles was in deadly earnest. When Toddles left the dispatcher's office that morning with Donkin's promise to teach him the key, Toddles had a hazy idea that Donkin had wings concealed somewhere under his coat and was an angel in disguise; and at the end of two weeks he was sure of it. But at the end of a month Bob Donkin was a god!
'Well, feyther, and how's a' wi' you? asked Sylvia, going to the side of his chair, and laying her hand on his shoulder. 'Eh! harkee till this lass o' mine. She thinks as because she's gone galraverging, I maun ha' missed her and be ailing. Why, lass, Donkin and me has had t' most sensible talk a've had this many a day. A've gi'en him a vast o' knowledge, and he's done me a power o' good.
Then, after a pause, he inquired: "What ship?" "Golden State," muttered Donkin indistinctly, biting the tobacco. The nigger whistled low. "Ran?" he said curtly. Donkin nodded: one of his cheeks bulged out. "In course I ran," he mumbled. "They booted the life hout of one Dago chap on the passage 'ere, then started on me. I cleared hout 'ere. " "Left your dunnage behind?"
Voices exclaimed dismally: "Drowned is he?... No! In his cabin!... Good Lord!... Caught like a bloomin' rat in a trap.... Couldn't open his door... Aye! She went over too quick and the water jammed it... Poor beggar!... No help for 'im.... Let's go and see..." "Damn him, who could go?" screamed Donkin. "Nobody expects you to," growled the man next to him: "you're only a thing."
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