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I received the books, and sent the one you mentioned to Mrs. Dunlop. I am ill skilled in beating the coverts of imagination for metaphors of gratitude. I thank you, Sir, for the honour you have done me and to my latest hour will warmly remember it.
While you're away I'll send you a monthly statement of your earnings and see that the money is placed to your credit." On their ride to Dugout, Tom and Harry were favored with the company of Mr. Dunlop, promoter of the Bright Hope Mine. "I suppose it's a lucky thing for you boys that you stuck to your own mine," said Dunlop. "you've come out a good deal better.
She had found the treehouse and it was hers; the others were to play there all they pleased; but she would go straight home unless the boxwood was to remain, as it had always been, her "private property," as she proudly said. For answer, Dunlop fitted an arrow on his bow and rushed in, yelling, "You squaw! This is my papa's place. You get out of my wigwam. Get out, I say."
He had just kicked over a row of wooden soldiers with which his small brother was playing and the little fellow was crying over their downfall. "Martha! thanks be that you've come!" exclaimed the maid in charge. "Here she is! here she is!" cried Dunlop. "I thought you weren't coming, girl. You were so slow. I was just getting ready to begin to scream," he warned Martha.
Thus, despite his inherent conservatism and pride of birth, he was gradually won over to regard Dunlop, first with tolerance, then with awakened interest and respect, and finally with admiration and love.
How many times had Allan Dunlop been tempted to outstretch his hand and shatter this glassy surface! It were easily done but at the price of possible sharp pain and aching wounds, and the greater horror of seeing the sweet grieving face on the other side shrink away from him, startled by the shock. No, he would bide his time.
These are no ideal pleasures, they are real delights; and I ask, what of the delights among the sons of men are superior, not to say equal to them? And they have this precious, vast addition, that conscious virtue stamps them for her own; and lays hold on them to bring herself into the presence of a witnessing, judging, and approving God. CXCII. To MRS. DUNLOP. CASTLE DOUGLAS, 25th June 1794.
This had enabled the latter to marry, without delay, Captain Manners, whose wound had compelled him to leave the service; while Miss Warrener had a few months later married Major Dunlop. Ned, too, was no longer a soldier. He had, when he arrived in England, found that his name had been included in the brevet rank bestowed upon all the captains of his regiment for distinguished service.
"Then, indeed, we must look out for an ambush," said one of Mr. Dunlop's companions, a man of thirty. "And you will be in real danger every minute of the time," said Dunlop's daughter, fearfully. "Father, why can't you come out of this wild country? Is the money that you may make out here worth all the risk?" "Yes," answered Mr. Dunlop, with a firmness that seemed intended to settle the matter.
"The best I could learn in Dugout was that I'd have to wait until some other mine could spare its man." "I'm sorry we can't help you, sir," Tom went on thoughtfully. "I shall feel it a personal grievance, if you don't," snapped the mine promoter. "We can't do anything for you, Mr. Dunlop," spoke Reade decisively.
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