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"I'll send it up; and now that I kin leave you, I'm goin' to the store." She turned to Prescott. "Nothin' but soda; and see he don't git out!" She left them and Jernyngham laughed. "Ellice's a good sort; I sometimes wonder how she puts up with me. Anyhow, I'm glad you came, because I'm in what might be called a dilemma."
When Canada became the possession of our country, in the last century, Scotch and English capital and energy reinforced the trade; and, as time went on, a powerful organization, called the "North-West Company," arose, and extended its operations right across to the Pacific. At the end of the last century, or the beginning of this, Mr. Ellice's father, as Mr.
Ellice's position as a minister, and his habitual residence in Paris, had brought him in touch with the leading statesmen of France. He was intimately acquainted with Louis Philippe, with Talleyrand, with Guizot, with Thiers, and most of the French men and French women whose names were bruited in the early part of the nineteenth century.
Coke, of Norfolk, he became intimately connected with the Whig aristocracy. In Mr. Ellice's evidence before the Parliamentary Committee of 1857, on the Hudson's Bay Company, I find that, in answer to a question put by Mr.
As Sydney's face was perfectly impassive, I never felt quite sure whether this was for the benefit of myself or of the astounded footman; or whether it was the genuine expression of an absent mind. He was a great friend of my mother's, and of Mr. Ellice's, but his fits of abstraction were notorious. He himself records the fact. 'I knocked at a door in London, asked, "Is Mrs. B- at home?"
Mars Lennox is huntin' down Miss Ellice's child like a hungry hound runs a rabbit, and I want you to call him off. If he thinks half as much of you as he oughter, you can stop him. Oh, Miss Leo, for God's sake call him off muzzle him!"
It was Rundle, the poacher, and his dog, and there was blood on Rundle's hand, blood trickling down from a wound in the dog's side. The man was holding the dog as he might have held a child. The big ugly yellow head was against the man's breast, and in its agony the dog was licking the man's rough hand. And watching, there came back to Ellice's memory what she had said of this man and his dog.
"What do you know of her, Joan, this other?" And still she was silent, for how could she betray Ellice's secret? "Tell me," he said. "Don't you know? Can't you guess?" His face flushed. A week ago he might have answered, "I cannot guess!" To-day he knew the answer, yet how did Joan know? "I gave you my promise," she said, "and I will abide by that promise. It is for you to decide, and no one else.
After an excellent breakfast, Brummell took a whip from his cupboard, and gave it to the Poodle in a way the young dog was not likely to forget. The happiest of my days then, and perhaps of my life, were spent at Mr. Ellice's Highland Lodge, at Glenquoich. For sport of all kinds it was and is difficult to surpass.
"Jack," he said, "I'm very sick of all this, and I can't face the lonely homestead now Ellice's gone. I must have a change and something to brace me; something that has a keener bite than drink. Think I'll take a haulage job on the new railroad, where there ought to be rough and risky work, and I'll leave this place to-night.
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