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Yet, whilst the wounded groaned and tossed on his beds, Basil lay curled up, wolf fashion, in one of the barns. He lodged there again for two days after the burning of Dean Tower, and whilst the forest was being scoured with horse and hound for him. From thence he had journeyed to Plymouth, hoping to secure the Spanish papers hidden by the garrulous seaman.
"That means you've got to live there when you're married," said his friend, solemnly. Mr. Clarkson glanced round his comfortable room and groaned again. "She asked me to get an estimate from Digson," he said, dully. "She knows as well as I do her sister hasn't got any money. I wrote to say that it had better be left till she comes home, as I might not know what was wanted." Mr.
"Poetry is a thing for school-boys and bread and butter Misses, who fancy themselves in love not for men!" Roundjacket groaned. "There you are," he said, "with your heretical doctrines doctrines which are astonishing in a man of your sense. You prefer law to poetry divine poetry!" cried Roundjacket, flourishing his ruler. "Roundjacket," said Mr. Rushton. "Judge?" "Don't be a ninny." "No danger.
Miles picked up his hat and stick. "I wish you hadn't told me," he groaned. "I don't think a bit less highly of her, but you've made me feel such a low-down brute, I can't bear it. Good-bye I've no doubt you did it for the best ... but " And Miles fairly ran from the room. Mrs. Trent drummed with her fingers on the table and looked thoughtful.
"And no very great hardship either. You have not touched upon our greatest difficulty." "What's that, sir?" said Bob. "Nothing to eat, my boy, and we are all very hungry." "Oh!" groaned Bob; and if ever the face of boy suggested that he had just taken medicine, it was Bob Chowne's then. "Worse disasters at sea, my lads; we shall not hurt.
Bobby was so amazed that he stopped. "Go on!" groaned the owl, "or you'll never get out, or I either." So Bobby kept up his talk until the stake-driver was lying senseless on the floor. "Put the key in the lock, quick," cried the owl. "Where is the key?" "His fine clothes. Take them off, quick! Cap first!" Bobby began with the cap, then stripped off the coat and vest and boots.
A man paralyzed; a thing dead from the waist down that was what he had become. He groaned again as the realization gnawed at his soul, and at the sound a white-capped nurse rose from a table where she had been sitting and came to his bedside with a smile of professional cheerfulness. She had a tired, worn face, and faded blue eyes, which looked as if they had seen too much of human suffering.
"Then I see it all," he groaned. "That man knows of Norris's doings, and as he has seen me in his company he thinks I'm in with that crowd, and has probably told Mr. Mann so." "Very likely that's the case," admitted Frank, after a moment's thought. "It's an awful fix to be in," continued Richard. "I don't know how I can ever clear my name.
The father put his hands on his eyes, and groaned aloud: so deep was his affliction, that the tears trickled through his fingers during this fresh burst of sorrow. The son's refusal to satisfy them renewed the grief of all, as well as of the father: it rose again, louder than before, whilst young Frank sat opposite the door, silent and sullen.
In the meantime, how fared it with Dyke Darrel, who lay stunned and bleeding across the railroad track. It was almost sun-up before he opened his eyes and groaned. His bed was a hard one, and it seemed as though every bone in his body was broken.
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