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The general's mouth was pursed up, and his walking cane, which, I perfectly recollect was a thick malacca with an ivory head, shook in his hand as if he was eager to lay it across our backs. Bob Hopley stood with his arms crossed over his gun, looking, as I thought, hurt, pained, and as if we had committed a most terrible crime.
She believed all she heard, poor thing, and therefore had a head pretty well stored with mingled fact and nonsense. While the men were engaged with their meal, Dr Hopley came on deck and found her leaning over the stern, looking down at the waves which shone with sparkling phosphorescent light.
"We must tell Bob Hopley we're going, or he may hear us in the wood, and pepper us, thinking it's old Magglin." "What?" "He said he would, if ever he caught him there." "Seen him lately?" I said. "No; have you?" "Not since the cricket match day, when I was going to Bob Hopley's."
This view of the question seemed so just to the men, and so full of incontrovertible wisdom, that it was received with something like a murmur of applause. "You're a true philosopher, Rokens. Now Doctor Hopley, I must beg you to give us your opinion, as a medical man, on this knotty subject," said the captain, smiling.
There rises before my eyes as I write, young Hopley Dodd, the son of the Wimblehurst auctioneer, the pride of Wimblehurst, its finest flower, with his fur waistcoat and his bulldog pipe, his riding breeches he had no horse and his gaiters, as he used to sit, leaning forward and watching the billiard-table from under the brim of his artfully tilted hat.
I said; "it must be getting late." "Ah," said Mercer, "if I'd got a watch like old Eely's, we could tell the time." "And as you haven't, we must guess it," I said. "Look!" Mercer turned at my words, for he was looking back to see if Polly Hopley was visible at the cottage door, the news we had heard of her father being away robbing us of any desire to call.
My sisters, Martha and Jane Dr Hopley." Come along, Ailie."
"Allow me, please, sir," said my uncle; and I caught sight of the Doctor raising his hand and making a sign to my mother, as he placed a chair for her, an act of politeness needed, for she was turning faint. "Now, sir, speak out the simple facts, please. What have you been doing?" "Rabbiting with a ferret, uncle, us two, and this gentleman and Bob Hopley came and caught us." "Rabbiting poaching?"
"Here she comes," cried Mercer, for he caught sight of the dim glow of the horn lantern among the trees, and as it came nearer, Bob Hopley said, "Hadn't you young gents better get back to bed? this here aren't no place for you." "No, no, don't send us away, Bob," I said; "we want to see."
And then the state of the stomach at the time of eating has to be taken into account. I should say now, that my little friend Ailie, here, to judge from the rosy colour of her cheeks, could manage hard or soft eggs equally well; couldn't you, eh?" Ailie laughed, as she replied, "I'm sure I don't know, Doctor Hopley; but I like soft ones best."
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