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What water was diverted by the temporary dam got back to the river by way of the canal and coulée, somewhat muddied, but equally wet, and just as good as ever for irrigation purposes. Bergin cursed afresh, but Farwell's anger was too bitter and deep for mere profanity. He sat in his saddle scowling at the wreck. Once more it had been put over on him.
He predicted speedy and exemplary punishment for the guilty. Donald McCrae listened gravely, his face expressionless. Sandy wore a faint, ironic smile which irritated Farwell. "You don't think so?" asked the engineer pointedly. "You're doing the talking I'm not," said Sandy. Farwell reddened angrily. There was more in the tone than in the words. It implied that talk was Farwell's long suit.
Some day I am going back to the In-Place. I shall find you both sitting by Master Farwell's beautiful fire, I am sure. It will be the still morning time, I think, and you will be so glad to see me, and I shall tell you all about it!" "Heaven keep you!" Boswell's voice was solemn and deep. "Life will keep her safe," Farwell said with a laugh. "Life will take no liberties with her.
It was not Hope Farwell's way to theorize about the causes of the wreck, or to speculate as to the value of inventions for making more efficient the life-saving service, when there was a definite, immediate, personal something to be done for the bit of life that so closely touched her own. There was no doubt in the nurse's mind now but that the girl would live and regain her health. But what then?
All at once, Gorgett's manner changed; he threw away his cigar, the only time I ever saw him do it without lighting another at the end of it. His feet came down to the floor and he wheeled round on Farwell. "I understand your wife's a mighty nice lady, Mr. Knowles." Farwell's head sank lower till we couldn't see his face, only his fingers working kind of pitifully.
It's quite an idea. Quite an original idea. But as to my spending money on your graduation, a little more added to what you already owe me will not count, and, besides, there is that trifle left from Farwell's loan still to your credit." "Now, Mr. Boswell, don't press me too close! I was a sad innocent when I came from the In-Place, and a joke is a joke, but you mustn't bank on it."
One early September afternoon Priscilla presented herself at Farwell's cabin in so startling a manner that she roused the man as nothing previously in his association with her had ever done. He was sitting at the west window of his living-room, his back toward the door leading to the Green. For a wonder, what he was reading had absorbed him, and he was far and away from the In-Place.
Palaver with King Freeman Remarks on the Influence of Missionaries Palaver at Rock Boukir Narrative of Captain Farwell's Murder Scene of Embarkation through the Surf Sail for Little Berebee. December 9. At Cape Palmas. We again landed, as on the preceding day, and met the redoubtable King Freeman, and twenty-three other kings and headmen from the tribes in the vicinity.
Banks had taken her daughter to Canada to visit friends that winter, and apart from an occasional postal, Polly and Lois had heard no further news of them. Mrs. Farwell's letter was a great surprise. When she entered the girl's room they both sat up. They had finished breakfast and were just being happily lazy. "Jemima! What time is it?" Lois demanded, at sight of her mother.
She was overcome by a certainty of evil, and, when Farwell's boat had disappeared, she strode to the Green and gave vent to her anxiety. There were those who comforted, those who jeered, but the men were largely away on fishing business, and the women and boys were more interested in her excitement than they were in her cause for fear.
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