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Coventry, who went up to Sir William Batten's, and there we staid and talked a good while, and then broke up and I home, and then to my father's and there lay with my wife. 17th. By land and saw the arches, which are now almost done and are very fine, and I saw the picture of the ships and other things this morning, set up before the East Indy House, which are well done.

And what said they about our capture?" "That we must leave it in their hands at present; that they did not know exactly what the Rajah might have to say about it, but that he would be there himself in a few weeks, and decide the matter." "'Pon my word, that's cool," said Slagg, who came up at the moment; "an' suppose we wants to continue our voyage to England, or Indy, or Chiny?"

He wondered momentarily where the men were Indy had spoken of as present; then he realized that they had been but a precautionary figment of Indy's imagination; the girl, except for the woman with the tender brown hand caressing her shoulder, was alone in the house. He sat with chin on breast gazing with serious speculation at the crumpled figure opposite him.

Jehu Tomkins was the first to congratulate me upon the happy issue of my trial. "You are a made man, sir, depend upon it," said he, with his first salutation. "You can't fail. There do you see that fat man that's just going out him as has got on the Indy 'ankycher? I sold him that he came on purpose to hear you, and if he found you up to the mark, he's going to provide for you.

That man has a most a special fine interval, and a grand orchard too; he must be a good mark, that. 'Well he was once, sir, a few years ago; but he built a fullin' mill, and a cardin' mill, and put up a lumber establishment, and speculated in the West Indy line; but the dam was carried away by the freshets, the lumber fell, and faith he fell too; he's shot up, he hain't been seed these two years, his farm is a common, and fairly run out. 'Oh, said I, 'I understand now, my man; these folks had too many irons in the fire you see, and some on 'em have got burnt. 'I never heerd tell of it, says Bluenose; 'they might, but not to my knowledge; and he scratched his head, and looked as if he would ask the meanin' of it, but didn't like too.

He condemned his former looseness of being, his playing with insidious and destructive forces. A phrase, "Babylonish women," crept into his mind from some old yellow page. He read: "Indy is a large light mulatto, very neat and very slow. She has not much Sense, but a great deal of Sensibility. Helping her proves Fatal.

He marveled at the grim humor of circumstance that had granted him such a wildly improbable wish, and at the same time made it humanly impossible for him to benefit from it. The leisurely progress of his thoughts was interrupted by hasty feet without; the bolt was shot back and his door flung open. It was the colored woman the Indy of the essay quivering with anger and fear.

I've taken the two houses for 'ee, what's more, an' the leases be drawn ready to sign. . . . But where's your friend? He'll be welcome too that is, if you don't hold three too many for a leg o' mutton?" "'Bias Hunken? . . . You didn't reckon I was bringing him along with me, did you?" "I reckoned nothin' at all, not knowin' the man." "Well, he's at West Indy Docks, London, or was, a week ago.

Bimeby Cap thought, 'Ef massa come an' ketch him! an' put down de pipe an' went to work, and bimeby I smelt mighty queer smell, massa, 'bout de house, made him tink Ol' Nick was come hissef for Ol' Cap, an' I come back into dis yer room an' Massa Reuben's letters from Indy was jist most done burnt up, he cotched 'em in dese yer ol' brack han's, Mass Roger, an' jist whipt 'em up in dat high croset."

Ve cum here from ze Barbadoes," he explained brokenly "wiz cane-sugar, an' hides. Ve vait here for our agent." "But why anchor in a place like this? Why not go on up to the wharfs?" "Vye not? For ziz I no trust my crew ashore. Zay Vest Indy niggers, an' vud run avay ven ze chance cum. I know vat zay do."

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