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"Ah! you are there, Griff, and with a whole skin, I see," cried Barnstable, smiling with pleasure; "they have passed poor Boltrope down into one of his own storerooms! If that fellow's bowsprit had held on ten minutes longer, what a mark I should have made on his face and eyes!" "'Tis perhaps best as it is," returned Griffith; "but what have you done with those whom we are most bound to protect?"

Then Emily had Clarence to walk up the hills with her, and help her in botany her special department in our tour. Mine was sketching, Ellen's, keeping the journal, though we all shared in each other's work at times; and Griff, whose line was decidedly love-making, interfered considerably with us all, especially with our chronicler.

Then, while the officer returned to his quarters, Griff accompanied her far enough on the way to Clifton to see that everything was quiet before her, and then returned to seek out his friend. The court at the Guildhall had had to be adjourned, but the rioters were hunting Sir Charles to the Mansion-House.

Why, there's one of you, poor humpy object At this savage attack on me, Griff waxed furious, and shouted at her to hold her confounded tongue, but this only diverted the attack on himself. 'And as for you fine chap as ye think yourself, swaggering and swearing at poor folk, and setting your dog at them your time's coming. Look out for yourself.

My mother, hoping that no one was hurt, hastened into the hall, but only to meet Griff, hurrying in laughing to reassure us with the tidings that it was only Martyn, who had shot the old sun-dial by way of a robber; and he was presently followed by the others, Martyn rather crestfallen, but arguing with all his might that the sun-dial was exactly like a man; and my mother hurried every one off upstairs without further discussion.

'No false excuses, sir; I know you too well to listen. Go. I have ceased to hope for anything better. Clarence went without a word, but Griff and I burst out with entreaties to be listened to.

His salary was not due till Lady Day; Mr. Castleford was in the country, and no advances could be asked from Mr. Frith. Thus Griff had found him in utter despair, and had ever since been trying to cheer him and make light of his trouble.

Griff said he had a great mind to go and shake old Bill up and row him well, but he never did. More than a week passed by, two of Clarence's regular days for writing, but no letter came. My mother grew uneasy, and talked of writing to Mrs.

I knew, even then, that it was an old British encampment, and began to speculate upon its date, and so on; you used to hunt rabbits, and provoke me by overturning the walls, but Griff got it into his head that there was money buried somewhere, and never ceased digging for it.

After Griff had left Bristol, there had been some terrible scenes at the Custom House, where the ringleaders unhappy men! were caught in a trap of their own and perished miserably.

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