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Updated: June 28, 2025
All I can say is, that if she says she has no mind to you, don't you believe her, for I know better." "Susan!" said old Hornblow, going to the door. "Yes, father." "Come down, my dear, and stay with Captain McElvina. I am obliged to go out."
Indeed, there was no one with whom old Hornblow was acquainted to whom he would have entrusted his daughter's happiness with so much confidence as to our reformed captain.
We had missed the MORNING hornblow, and slept all day. This was stupefying.
The loss of the vessel, your capture, has affected my father, and, of course, has worried me." The discourse was now interrupted by old Hornblow, who had returned home to his dinner. He received McElvina in the most friendly manner, and they sat down to table.
Captain M immediately proceeded to London, where the representation which he made of McElvina's conduct was followed by an order for his immediate release, and McElvina, taking an affectionate leave of Willy, with a parting injunction to "be honest," set off to report to old Hornblow, and his daughter Susan all the circumstances attending the capture of his lugger, and the events which had subsequently ensued.
The massive oaken door was open, the bolts having been drawn back at hornblow. There was a guard-room on one side of the gate under the platform in the corner, where there was always supposed to be a watch.
Do look, my dear father." "They are, indeed," replied old Hornblow, delighted at the happy face of his daughter; "but I should like some tea, Susan I am not used to so much jumbling. I feel tired, and shall go to bed early." Tea was accordingly prepared; soon after which, the old gentleman rose to retire.
Good night God bless you, my dear, good night." "Good night, my dear sir," replied Susan, who had coloured deeply at the request which he had made. "Good night, McElvina, my boy; this is the first night we pass under this roof; may we live many happy years in it;" and old Hornblow left the room, and ascended the stairs.
If you knew how tired I am of looking out at this horrid brick wall how I long for the country, to be running among the violets and primroses how I pine for relief from this little dungeon. Oh! what would I give to be flying before the breeze in the lugger with McElvina!" "Indeed, Miss!" replied old Hornblow, whom the reader may recognise as the patron of our smuggling captain.
"What does he say? Why, that he is taken. Haven't I told you so already, girl?" replied old Hornblow, in evident ill-humour. "Yes, but the particulars, my dear father!" "Oh, there's only the fact, without particulars says he will write more fully in a day or two." "I'll answer for him, that it was not his fault, father he has always done you justice."
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