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We were sitting in the bar-room when we heard two shots and then a fall. We ran into the other room; there was Fenn on the floor, dying. He lifted himself on his elbow, pointed at Fingall and fell back. The father of the boy stood white and still a few feet away. There was no pistol showing none at all. "The men closed in on Fingall. He did not stir he seemed to be thinking of something else.
Fenn had died 'I lost her coming two year agone; a remarkable fine woman, my old girl, sir! if you'll excuse me, he added, with a burst of humility.
Fenn showed me in with the brief form of introduction: "Gentlemen all, this here's another fare!" and was gone again at once. The old man gave me but the one glance out of lack-lustre eyes; and even as he looked a shiver took him as sharp as a hiccough. But the other, who represented to admiration the picture of a Beau in a Catarrh, stared at me arrogantly. "And who are you, sir?" he asked.
"Go away, go away," he kept repeating savagely from his post on the shabby sofa on which Fenn had deposited him. "But are you all right? Can't I get you something?" asked the Eckletonian. "Go away, go away," repeated the man. Conversation on these lines could never be really attractive. Fenn turned to go.
The rascal had expected to see Fenn come forth alone; he was waiting to be called on for that part of sexton, which I had already allotted to him in fancy. I need not detain the reader very long with any description of my visit to the back-kitchen; of how we mulled our ale there, and mulled it very well; nor of how we sat talking, Fenn like an old, faithful, affectionate dependant, and I well!
In short, I should have washed my hands of him on the spot, but for the temptation of the French officers, whom I knew to be so near, and for whose society I felt so great and natural an impatience. If I was to see anything of my countrymen, it was clear I had first of all to make my peace with Mr. Fenn; and that was no easy matter.
'A stirring romance. Western Morning News. 'Told with all the dramatic power for which Mr. Fenn is conspicuous. Bradford Observer. DICKINSON. A VICAR'S WIFE. By EVELYN DICKINSON. Crown 8vo. 3s. 6d. By E. LYNN LINTON. Eleventh Edition. Post 8vo. 1s. A Series of Novels by popular Authors. THE PLAN OF CAMPAIGN. By F. MABEL ROBINSON. DISENCHANTMENT. By F. MABEL ROBINSON.
There was no sign of Frank, and none of the cots showed any signs of having been used since they were made up that morning. "That's queer, I didn't see him come out, and I was in front of the tent all the while," said Fenn. "He must have slipped past when I was hunting for that little screw I dropped."
Fenn moved abruptly away, out of the shadow of the electric lamp which hung over his desk. His voice was anxious, unnatural. "We can't consider any more information," he said harshly. "Our decisions have been taken. Nothing can affect them. That's the worst of having you outsiders on the board. I was certain you wouldn't face it when the time came."
It was a subject peculiarly adapted to display his powers the advent of New Jerusalem, her impregnable walls and gates of precious stones, golden streets, water of life, temple, and the redeemed from all nations flocking into it. In these times of severe persecution, two of the church members, S. Fenn and J. Whiteman, were ordained joint pastors.
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