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"Top-men aloft there; stand by to clew up the royals and, Captain Wilson, shall we take them in? I'm afraid of that pole it bends now like a coach-whip," said Mr Pottyfar, looking up aloft, with his hands in both pockets. "In royals lower away." "They are going about, sir," said the second lieutenant, Mr Haswell. "Look out," observed the chaplain, "it's coming."
The alert mind of Thayre, grasping the situation, addressed itself to averting its awkwardness with artless and inconsequential small talk. He came over to the table and shook hands, while Len Haswell stood at his elbow, saying nothing. Paul instinctively offered his hand, but Len ignored it.
Your loving daughter, "Some fourteen or fifteen years ago," explained the doctor as I looked up from reading the note, "Mr. Haswell's only daughter eloped with an artist named Martin. He had been engaged to paint a portrait of the late Mrs. Haswell from a photograph.
Haswell, who caught the words eagerly, brightened visibly, and the doctor passed out. Kennedy resumed his description of the supposed wireless picture apparatus which was to revolutionize the newspaper, the theatre, and daily life in general. The old man did not seem enthusiastic and turned to his daughter with some remark.
Here it shall stop until the Saharas are floated on Monday, if I have to lock it in the strongroom and throw the keys into the Thames. Afterwards Vernon can take it, as he has a right to do, and I am sure that with it will go our luck." "Then the sooner our luck goes, the better," replied Haswell, with a mere ghost of his former whistle.
Craig was slowly twisting up the hand of the inventor, which he still held. With his other hand he pulled a paper from his pocket. It was the old envelope on which he had written upon the occasion of our first visit to Mr. Haswell when we had been so unceremoniously interrupted by the visit of Dr. Scott.
Remember, I have something to offer, Haswell, for instance, a large fortune of which I will settle half it is a good thing to do in our business, and a baronetcy that will be a peerage before long." "A peerage! Have you squared that?" "I think so.
Haswell made a new will and I have always understood that practically all of his fortune is to be devoted to founding the technology department in a projected university of Brooklyn." "You have never seen this Mrs. Martin or her husband?" asked Kennedy. "No, never.
In a word, seven years before, Lucy Haswell had married a young man whose name was given as Aubrey Wallace. Anne Haswell had married a carpenter in her native town, and was a widow. For three months everything went fairly well. Aubrey took his bride to Chicago, where they lived at a hotel. Perhaps the very unsophistication that had charmed him in Valley Mill jarred on him in the city.
When Alan woke next morning the first thing that he heard through his open window was the sound of the doctor's departing dogcart. Then Jeekie appeared and told him that Mr. Haswell was all right again, but that all night he had shaken "like one jelly."
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