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Kest was not to be hoped for meantime in the boat, on the miserable couch which was the best the cabin could furnish; but Fleda was so thankful to have finished the voyage in safety that she took thankfully everything else, even lying awake. It was a wild night.
You ha'n't lost none of your good looks ha' you kept all your old goodness along with 'em?" Fleda laughed at this abrupt question, and said she didn't know. "If you ha'n't, I wouldn't give much for your eyes," said Barby letting go her hand. Mrs. Plumfield laughed too at Barby's equivocal mode of complimenting. "Who's that young gal, Barby?" inquired Mrs. Elster.
Fleda stopped crying as soon as she could, lest somebody should see her; and was sitting quietly again, alone as before, when one of the sailors whom she had never spoken to, came by, and leaning over towards her with a leer as he passed, said "Is this the young English gentleman's little sweet-heart?" Poor Fleda! She had got more than she could bear.
You make a start to-day and I'll come ahint and take the pull to-morrow. Ha' you got anythin' to boil down in, Fleda? there's a potash kittle somewheres, ain't there? I guess there is. There is in most houses." "There is a large kettle I suppose large enough," said Fleda. "That'll do, I guess.
"Dear uncle, F. has followed you here on business of the greatest importance. Pray let her see you she is at the old place." "It will not do," thought Fleda again, "there is still less to catch his eye I cannot trust it. And if I were to put 'Queechy' over it, that would give the clue to the Evelyns and everybody. But I had better risk anything rather than his seeing it "
Carleton suddenly made a pause and stood for some minutes silently looking. His two companions came to a halt on either side of him, one not a little pleased, the other a little impatient. "Beautiful!" Mr. Carleton said at length. "Yes," said Fleda gravely, "I think it's a pretty place. I like it up here." "We sha'n't catch many woodcock among these pines," said young Rossitur.
Fleda had come from her own night of trouble to his motherless, wifeless home, and would not be denied admittance by the nurse. It was Jim Beadle who admitted her. "He'd be mad if he knew we wouldn't let her come," Jim had said to the nurse. It was Fleda who had warned Ingolby of the dangers that surrounded him the physical as well as business dangers.
Carleton," said Fleda with equal naivete and gravity. "But is not this you speak of," said he, half smiling, "rather the business of clergymen? you have nothing to do with it?" "No," said Fleda, "everybody has something to do with it, the Bible says so; ministers must do it in their way and other people in other ways; everybody has his own work.
"Never mind; don't tell me what he says," said Fleda. "There! that's your modesty that everybody rave about: I wish I could catch it. Fleda, where did you get that little Bible? While I was waiting for you I tried to soothe my restless anticipations with examining all the things in all the rooms. Where did you get it?" "It was given me a long while ago," said Fleda.
"Well, the first thing I do shall be to make some butternut candy for you. You won't despise that, Mr. Hugh?" Hugh smiled at her, and went on. "And your friend Mr. Olmney has sent us a corn-basket full of the superbest apples you ever saw. He has one tree of the finest in Queechy, he says." "My friend!" said Fleda, colouring a little. "Well I don't know whose he is if he isn't yours," said Hugh.
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