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Updated: May 16, 2025
In the mean time, whatever these two families might have felt for the sufferings of their respective children in consequence of Bartle Flanagan's villainy, that plausible traitor had watched the departure of his victim with a palpitating anxiety almost equal to what some unhappy culprit, in the dock of a prison, would experience when the foreman of his jury handed down the sentence which is either to hang or acquit him.
Priscilla was to be seen on the point of the island watching Flanagan's old boat. "Let's eat some peppermint creams," said Miss Rutherford. "They'll keep us warm." "I'm awfully sorry about all this," said Frank. "I don't know what you'll think of us. First I run into you and then Priscilla wrecks you on this island." "I'm enjoying myself thoroughly," said Miss Rutherford.
"He was not beyond passing the time of day or the like of that for Joseph Antony had a load of gravel and he couldn't be wasting his time. But the young fellow was in Flanagan's old boat and it was Joseph Antony's opinion that he was trying to learn himself how to row her." "He'd need to.
Everybody's got the screws on, and things must break sometimes, but it isn't called murder. The coroner understands it all. He's used to seeing things break." FOR a short time the sounds of cruel exultation came over from Flanagan's; then all was still. "Sal's put her mark on you," said Norah, looking steadily into Pinky's face, and laughing in a cold, half-amused way.
The Blue Wanderer wouldn't have done it for us. She won't go to windward. But the Tortoise is a racing boat. Father bought her cheap at Kingstown because she never won any races, which is the reason why he called her the Tortoise. But she can sail faster than Flanagan's old boat, anyhow. And that's the one which the spy has got."
"I'm tould, Misther Donovan," said Bartle, "that' you want a sarvint man: now, if you do, I want a place, an' you see I'm comin' to you to look for one." "Heaven above, Bartle!" exclaimed Honora, "what do you mean? Is it one of Dan Flanagan's sons goin' to sarvice?" "Not one, but all of them," replied the other, coolly, "an' his daughters, too, Mrs. Donovan; but it's all the way o! the world.
"Smith," laconically replied the new boy, looking his questioner in the face. There was nothing impudent in the way he spoke or looked; but somehow or other his tone didn't seem quite as humble and abject as old boys are wont to expect from new. Flanagan's next inquiry therefore was a little more roughly uttered. "What's your Christian name, you young donkey?
On their return home they found that Mrs. Flanagan had prepared a comfortable tea for them all in Mrs. Turner's room; and it looked so cosy and home-like, humble though it was, with Mrs. Flanagan's kindly face to greet them. Poor Mrs. Flanagan she was greatly changed; no longer the same cheerful person, but calm and subdued, as if she dwelt beneath some dark shadow that clouded her existence.
The Irish maid Betty Flanagan's bonnets and ribbons, her sauciness, her idleness, her reckless prodigality of kitchen candles, her consumption of tea and sugar, and so forth occupied and amused the old lady almost as much as the doings of her former household, when she had Sambo and the coachman, and a groom, and a footboy, and a housekeeper with a regiment of female domestics her former household, about which the good lady talked a hundred times a day.
"That's what they will not be, then." "On account of Priscilla?" "Her and the young fellow she has with her. They're out hunting them two that has Flanagan's old boat the same as it might be some of the boys at a coursing match and the hare in front of them. Such chasing you never seen!
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