Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 18, 2025
And where'd yer be at this moment if 'twasn't for me an' 'Dolph? In Glasson's black 'ole, that's where yer'd be! An' now sittin' 'ere so 'igh-an'-mighty, an' lecturin'!" The boy's eyes had filled with tears. "But I'm not I'm not!" he protested. "Tilda!
I haven't called, for instance, at the Orphanage though I intend to. Glasson's not at home. He was down in my neighbourhood yesterday afternoon, nosing around for information." "Then he knows the children are thereabouts?" "No, he does not. But has been pushing researches. He has learnt who is the boy's probable father, and where he lives at a place called Meriton.
They heard the thud of his feet as he alit on her short fore-deck, and an instant later, as he leaned over the stem and gripped Dr. Glasson's coat-collar, the light of the bobbing lantern showed them his face. It was Sam Bossom. He had lifted the Doctor waist-high from the water before the other helpers sprang on board and completed the rescue.
There I was in the hotel with these twenty-three derelicts, all underfed, and all more or less mentally defective through Glasson's ill-treatment. Two or three were actually crying, in a feeble way, to be 'taken home, as they called it. They were afraid afraid of their kind, afraid of strange faces, afraid of everything but to be starved and whipped.
He was, until a couple of days ago, at the Grand Hotel, Monte Carlo, and I have no doubt is there yet." Doctor Glasson's face fell somewhat. "I thank you," he murmured. "It is a long distance." "A letter will reach him in less than two days." "Yes," said Glasson, and said no more. "But a letter addressed to him at Meriton would, of course, be forwarded.
Hucks, "it seems likely I've helped, after all. I'm not pressing for payment; though, as between persons of business, I'm glad you mention it." "If these children are recovered, you shall name any price in reason. But there is another matter in which you can help me, I hope. I want admission to Glasson's Orphanage." "The 'Oly Innocents? It goes by nomination, and I'm not a subscriber," said Mr.
Miles Chandon owes me something, as I think I told you, and is a gentleman moreover." "Oh, very well, I'll send it, and I have only one other question. What precisely is your business at Bursfield?" Miss Sally grinned. "Hay-making," she answered, "while the sun shines that is to say, in Glasson's absence. I propose to make a considerable deal of hay. Something will depend on Mr.
At another time she would have examined the picture eagerly. But now it swam before her, unmeaning. She closed the book, threw a glance around the four corners of the room, another at the stuffed kestrel whose pitiless small eye strangely resembled Doctor Glasson's and dragged herself to the window.
I'm going to have the time of my life at Bursfield in Glasson's absence. You saw Glasson depart? Well, he didn't tell; but you may pack me in another portmanteau if he's not posting off to Monte Carlo." "Well?" "Well, he won't find Miles Chandon there. Because why? Because I've written out this telegram, which I'll trouble you to send as soon as the post office opens to-morrow.
The footsteps drew nearer, paused, and after a moment were audible again in the yard below. "Good Lord it's Gavel!" "Eh?" The boy drew closer to her shoulder. "It's Gavel, come in a sweat for 'is 'orses. I didn' reckernise 'im for the moment dressed out in a fur coat an' Trilby 'at. But it's Gavel, an' 'e's walkin' straight into Glasson's arms. Stand by to do a bolt soon as 'e turns the corner."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking