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He waited till we were in sight of the American land and then he preached me a little sermon, on our arrival, entirely for my own use." "A sermon?" Mr. Hethcote repeated. "Very little religion in it, I suspect." "Very little indeed, sir," Amelius answered. "Only as much religion as there is in the New Testament.
It was reported that a marine battery was to be formed, and there was eager excitement on board as to the officers who would be selected. Each of the men-of-war contributed their quota, and Lieutenant Hethcote found that he had been told off as second in command, and that he was to take a midshipman and twenty men of the "Falcon." The matter as to the midshipman was settled by Captain Stuart.
Hethcote could reply, Amelius interposed in his own headlong way. "Give it to me! I want to read it first!" He snatched at the newspaper slip. Rufus checked him with grave composure. "I am of a cool temperament myself, sir; but that don't prevent me from admiring heat in others. Short of boiling point mind that!"
I do not possess either of those ladies; but your argument hits me, notwithstanding hits me hard, I tell you." He looked at Mr. Hethcote, who sat silently and stiffly disapproving of all this familiarity, and applied himself in perfect innocence and good faith to making things pleasant in that quarter.
I have made a form for myself which is respectfully at the disposal of any person who does me the honour to wish for my acquaintance. Will that do, sir? Very well, then; shake hands, to show you're satisfied." Mr. Hethcote shook hands, more than satisfied.
The first person he saw on reaching the deck was Mr. Hethcote. The officer stared when Jack saluted and reported himself in the usual words, "Come aboard, sir," and fell back a pace in astonishment. "What, Jack! Jack Archer!" he exclaimed. "My dear boy, is it really you?" "It's me, sure enough, sir," Jack said, and the next moment Mr. Hethcote was shaking his hand as if he would have wrung it off.
'Let him go back to the Old World; and let him be free to choose, by the test of his own experience, what his future life shall be. How do you think it will end, Mr. Hethcote? Shall I return to the Community? Or shall I stop in London?" Mr. Hethcote answered, without a moment's hesitation. "You will stop in London." "I'll bet you two to one, Sir, he goes back to the Community." Amelius and Mr.
I think you will find him active and intelligent, though I fear he has not shone greatly at school, especially," he said smiling, "in his Latin verses." "He will make none the worse sailor for that," Charles Hethcote said with a laugh. "But I must be going on board. I have a message from the admiral to the captain and every moment is precious, for things are terribly behindhand.
Nobody could hear us certainly; but she forgot, and I forgot, that anybody might see us, and that appearances on the lake might lead to false conclusions on shore." Mr. Hethcote and Rufus exchanged significant looks. They had not forgotten the Rules of the Community, when two of its members showed a preference for each other's society. Amelius proceeded. "Well, there we were on the lake.
He has risen, by dint of integrity and perseverance, from the position of a poor porter in a shop to be one of the most respected mercantile characters in the City of London." With this explanation, Amelius handed his letter to Mr. Hethcote. It was addressed as follows: To John Farnaby, Esquire, Messrs. Ronald & Farnaby, Stationers, Aldersgate Street, London. Mr.
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