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"This Nelson," wrote Captain Duff, who fell in the battle, "is so lovable and excellent a man, so kindly a leader, that we all wish to exceed his desires and anticipate his orders." He himself was conscious of this fascination and its value, when writing of the battle of the Nile to Lord Howe, he said, "I had the happiness to command a band of brothers."
It is no part of my task to trace the labyrinth of Mahratta politics in a work which merely professes to sketch the anarchy of Hindustan; it will be sufficient for our present purpose to state that the Tarikh-i-Muzafari, the Persian history to which we have heretofore been so largely indebted, notices an incident as occurring at this time which is not detailed in the usually complete record of Captain Grant Duff, though it is not at variance with the account that he gives of Punah politics in 1794.
I had not seen his sister to speak to I mean since that Sunday night. One Saturday afternoon, as we were having a game something like hare and hounds, I was running very hard through the village, when I set my foot on a loose stone, and had a violent fall. When I got up, I saw Jamie Duff standing by my side, with a face of utter consternation.
"He must ha' seen Rachel Frost's ghost." "Have you been and seen that to-night, Mr. Roy?" cried Susan Peckaby. "Maybe I have, and maybe I haven't," was Roy's satisfactory reply, "All I say is, I've seen something that I'd rather not have seen; something that 'ud have sent all you women into fits. 'Twarn't unlike Rachel, and 'twere clothed in white. I'll just go and take a look at Dan, Mother Duff.
Duff Salter looked at his man long and earnestly, and from head to foot, and the inspection appeared to please him. "Mike," he said, in his loud, deafish voice, "I am going to cure you of your vertigo." "Whin, dear Mister Salter." "Perhaps to-morrow," remarked Duff Salter significantly. "I shall have a man here who will either confer it on you permanently or cure you instantly."
Duff Charrington was not of the kind to be lightly brushed aside by anyone, much less by a young man of Barney's inexperience. "Ah, young man," she exclaimed, "I think I have seen you before." The strong grip of her hand and the loud tone of her voice at once arrested his progress and commanded his attention.
He found his kingdom in the greatest disorder from numerous bands of robbers, many of whom were persons of high descent, but of no competent means of subsistence. Duff resolved to put an end to their depredations, and to secure those who sought a quiet support from cultivating the fruits of the earth from forcible invasion.
"Lord preserve 's!" cried Mr. Duff, recognizing the rider at last, "it's Rob Grant's innocent! Wha wad hae thoucht it?" "The Lord's babes an' sucklin's are gey cawpable whiles," remarked Janet to herself.
"Don't try to protect yourself by hiding behind the bodies of men who don't know any better than to follow your lead." Jim Duff didn't accept the challenge. Instead, he crouched behind two of his followers, taking deliberate aim with his revolver at Bodson. But he never fired that cowardly shot. Like a flash from the sky came an interruption that created panic among the assembled scoundrels.
Iola's cry, "Don't, Barney!" arrested Mrs. Duff Charrington's attention. "What's up?" she shouted. "How's this? We're off! Bulling, what the deuce who gave orders?" Mrs. Duff Charrington for once in her life was, as she would have said herself, completely flabbergasted. At a single glance she took in the white face of Iola, and that of Dr. Bulling, no less white. "What's up?" she cried again.
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