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Flitch jumped from the box and read one of the labels aloud: "Lieutenant-Colonel H. De Craye." "And the colonel met the ladies? Overtook them?" Here seemed to come dismal matter for Flitch to relate.
"We have no lady's maid on board to attend on you, Miss Marlow," said I, as I got up to leave the cabin; "but Flitch will put your berth to rights; and if you'll follow my advice, you'll turn in and take a good snooze, for you want it, I think." The poor little girl was almost falling asleep at table. Mr Marlow thanked me for my good advice, which he said he and his daughter would follow.
This time Flitch did not go back, but toppled forward, clawing at Bullard's waistcoat, and reached the floor with a thud and a single gasp. And there was a silence, a period of petrifaction, that might have lasted for one minute or ten: Bullard could not have gauged it. At last he came to himself. His teeth were chattering slightly.
He reached down with a forked stick a flitch of bacon hanging in the chimney, cut a small piece, and put it in the pot to boil with the herbs, setting away the rest for another time. A beechen bowl was filled with warm water, that their guests might wash. While all was doing, they beguiled the time with conversation.
"Oh, I'll do it," said his wife, rising impatiently. "This way, my man." He slouched out after her. There was silence in the room till she returned. "What a loathsome creature," she remarked. "Flitch, you called him. Is not that the name of the man who went out hunting with Alan Craig, Mr. Bullard? No wonder " "Look here!" said Bullard, and lifted the lid. The woman's breath went in with a hiss.
The poor chap he murdered was certainly rough looking enough to be a burglar." "What was he like?" "A big strong man, with an ugly red-bearded face, and it's queer how one notices trifles his ears were pierced for " "Good Heavens, it was Flitch!" Teddy jumped. "The man who shot you " "The same I'm sure of it, even from your slight description. And and Bullard has killed him!"
The flabby-faced boy, flogged in the cotton-field for whining after his dad, or hiding away part of his flitch and molasses for months in hopes the old man would come back, was rather a comical object, you would have thought. Very different his, from the feeling with which you left your mother's grave, though as yet we have not invented names for the emotions of those people.
The officer knew the law and called off his gang. When the coast was clear we went to search for the man, and found he had vanished, taking half a flitch of bacon with him off the kitchen-rack. All those days, too, throb in my head to the tramp of soldiers in the streets, and ring with bugles blown almost incessantly from the ramparts high above my garret. On Sundays Mr.
I took the pamphlet, not a little amused at his description of Mr. C , for whom I felt an uncharitable dislike. "And how did you contrive to entertain yourself, Mr. Wilson, during his long address?" "By thinking how many fools were collected together, to listen to one greater than the rest. By the way, Moodie, did you notice farmer Flitch?" "No; where did he sit?" "At the foot of the table.
Near Piper's mill, where the Wicker brook crossed the Rebdon road, one of Hoppner's wagons, overloaded as usual, was forcing the horses uphill, when Flitch drove down at an easy pace, and saw himself between Hoppner's cart come to a stand and a young lady advancing: and just then the carter smacks his whip, the horses pull half mad.
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