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The words snapped, from Eben's lips, and his hands gripped hard upon the wheel as he swung the boat somewhat to the left, while the steamer surged by. "What makes you say that?" Grimsby questioned. This was the first glimpse he had caught of the boy's feeling, and he surmised its meaning. "D'ye think she'd marry a thing like Donaster?" Eben contemptuously asked. "She's got more sense."
Eben's music reminded me of the story." Conscience turned off a water faucet and faced her companion indignantly. She was inwardly trembling, with a nameless disquiet and anxiety. "Stuart," she exclaimed, "this campaign of vague accusation isn't a very brave device and, in theory at least, you've always stood for fairness." "I've ceased to believe in his fairness," he told her promptly.
It began probably in some thoughtless jest of her own, or even of his; for, in his absolute loyalty of love, his unquestioning and long-established acceptance of their relation as a perfect one, it would never have crossed Doctor Eben's mind that Hetty could possibly care whether she looked older or younger than he.
Laying Eben's head gently upon the ground, she sprang to her feet, hurried down to the edge of the lake, and called across the water. As she did so, the man on the island started, hurried forward, and looked over to where the girl was standing. "Are you both safe?" he shouted. "Yes," Jess called back. "But we want help." "All right, I'll be there in a minute."
He says it's the fault of the Eben Fitch you got me to hire." "I don't believe it was Eben's fault Simpson doesn't like him," Victoria replied. "Simpson tells me Fitch drinks." "Let a man get a bad name," said Victoria, "and Simpson will take care that he doesn't lose it." The unexpected necessity of defending one of her proteges aroused her.
I might have gone off to sea all in a huff after what uncle said, and then might have come back as badly off as poor old Double Dot. Well, I'm very, very sorry for poor Eben's wife, and there I go again with my poor Eben. Why should I talk like that about a man who has the character of being a wrecker as well as a smuggler? He was never friendly to me and I quite hate him.
He says it's the fault of the Eben Fitch you got me to hire." "I don't believe it was Eben's fault Simpson doesn't like him," Victoria replied. "Simpson tells me Fitch drinks." "Let a man get a bad name," said Victoria, "and Simpson will take care that he doesn't lose it." The unexpected necessity of defending one of her proteges aroused her.
Feel Eben's head, and find out whether it has stopped bleeding." "Did just now, sir, and it about hev. But, I say, Master Aleck, I'm all in a squirm about you." "About me? Why?" "You see, we don't know hardly which way to turn, and I expects every minute to be running into one o' the man-o'-war boats." "Well, if we do we do; but I think we can get right out, and it won't be so dark then."
Eben lives on a southern spur, next to Amos Cuthbert, where you can look off for forty miles across the billowy mountains of the west. From no spot in Coniston town is the sunset so fine on distant Farewell Mountain, and Eben's sheep feed on pastures where only mountain-bred sheep can cling and thrive.
It was that appeal for the sake of the wife and children that had turned the scale in Eben's favour, and, as Aleck argued now to himself as they glided steadily over the waters of the outer harbour, what was done was done, and to hang back now would mean capture and no mercy, for he would probably find himself bundled aboard the sloop-of-war and no heed paid to his remonstrances.
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