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Instantly, as if by magic, a faint "oh!" came down-stairs like an echo, from the region of Miss Martha Dunning's bedroom, and was followed up by a "What is it?" so loud that the most unimaginative person could not have failed to perceive that the elder sister had opened her door and put her head over the banisters. "What is it?" repeated Miss Martha. "A letter!" answered Miss Jane. "Who from?"
"Brother George!" Miss Jane had not come to this knowledge because of having read the letter, for it still lay on the table unopened, but because she could not read it at all! One of Captain Dunning's peculiarities was that he wrote an execrably bad and illegible hand.
The next weeks were no doubt a severe strain upon Dunning's nerves: the intangible barrier which had seemed to rise about him on the day when he received the paper, gradually developed into a brooding blackness that cut him off from the means of escape to which one might have thought he might resort. No one was at hand who was likely to suggest them to him, and he seemed robbed of all initiative.
Behaved just like a silly plover which wants to prove to you that it has no nest on the moor, and sets you looking for it." "Ness Dunning's an old fool," cried the man, fiercely. "Yes, he is a thick-headed old noodle, Eben; I wouldn't trust him." "Then because he did that he made you think there was something hid somewhere and come to hunt for it, did you?" cried the man, angrily.
The most resolute sceptic on this point would have been convinced of the truth of it had he been introduced into the Misses Martha and Jane Dunning's parlour on the beautiful summer morning in which the remarkable events we are about to relate occurred.
Thirty minutes afterward, messengers had taken the Frenchman trail for Lance Dunning's cowboys. A clear night and a good moon made a long ride possible, and the Crawling Stone contingent, headed by Stormy Gorman, began coming into the railroad camp by three o'clock the next morning.
There were, indeed, some who lamented that the daughter of precious Edmund Dunning should become the wife of one who had not cast in his lot with the saints; but then, again, Arundel was no enemy to their cause, no railing Rabsheka, but a well-behaved and modest youth, who paid, at least, an outward respect to the customs of the congregation, and might yet, from the influence of godly Edmund Dunning's child, be converted into a vessel of grace.
Shortly before the decease of his friend, Spikeman had frequently, though never in the presence of Eveline, combated Dunning's resolution with which he had been made acquainted, but in vain.
"I protest against that fellow's voting!" exclaimed Peters, approaching the stand as Bart, from his lofty seat on Dunning's shoulders, was about to put in his vote, which was a simple yea written on a slip of paper, and handed up to him by some one stationed near the box to furnish the unsupplied. "I protest against such a glaring outrage!
The Employment of Hanoverian Regiments at Gibraltar and Minorca. End of the War. Colonial Policy of the Present Reign. Complaints of the Undue Influence of the Crown. Motions for Parliamentary Reform. Mr. Burke's Bill for Economical Reform. Mr. Dunning's Resolution on the Influence of the Crown. Rights of the Lords on Money-bills. The Gordon Riots.
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