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Oh, that I were such a man, or knew where to find such a creature!" The water came into Lord Ipsden's eyes; he did not know what to say or do; he turned away his head. Lady Barbara was surprised; her conscience smote her. "Oh, dear," said she, "there now, I have given you pain forgive me; we can't all be heroes; dear Ipsden, don't think I despise you now as I used. Oh, no!
Hitherington, "isn't it the thing for somebody aw to do something?" "Ipsden," said Lady Barbara, "there is an understanding between you and Mr. Hitherington. I condemn you to turn him into English." "Yes, Lady Barbara; I'll tell you, he means -do you mean anything, Tom?" Hitherington. "Can't anybody guess what I mean?" Lady Barbara.
"Oh, how noble!" cried she. "Yes, dearest," said Ipsden. "You have seen something great done at last; and by a woman, too!" "Yes," said Barbara, "how beautiful! oh! how beautiful it all is; only the next one I see I should like the danger to be over first, that is all."
His lordship, with all the sharp authority of a skipper, ordered Master Flucker to the pier, with a message to the yacht; Flucker qua yachtsman was a machine, and went as a matter of course. "I am determined to tell her," said Lord Ipsden to Lady Barbara. "But," remonstrated Lady Barbara, "the poor boy says he will curse us if we do." "He won't curse me." "How do you know that?"
"I don't know why you call him poor, madam; all the men of that day are dust; they are the gold dust who died with honor. "He looked round, uneasily, for his son for he had but one and when that son knelt, unwounded, by him, he said, 'Goodnight, Baron Ipsden; and so he died, fire in his eye, a smile on his lip, and honor on his name forever.
"God bless ye, sir, and send ye many happy days, and well spent, with the pretty lady I see alongside; asking your pardon, miss, for parting pleasanter company so I'll sheer off." And away went the skipper of the Tisbe, rolling fearfully. Imagine his surprise! Her ladyship was in tears. "Dear Barbara," said Lord Ipsden, "do not distress yourself on my account."
These are the Chilterns, all away to Ipsden and Nettlebed, and so on across Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire, and into Hertfordshire; and on again to Royston and Cambridge, while below them lies the Vale of Aylesbury; you can just see the beginning of it on their left.
This viscount, who did not seem to trouble his head about class dignity, was to convert his mother from her aristocratic tendencies or something. Que sais-je? what will not a dreamer hope? Lord Ipsden strolled along the sands, and judge his surprise, when, attended by two footmen, he met at that time in the morning Lady Barbara Sinclair.
He rose early, and went down to Leith; an hour later, his mother, finding him gone out, rose and went to seek him at Newhaven. Meantime Flucker had entirely recovered, but his sister's color had left her cheeks. The boy swore vengeance against the cause of her distress. On Friday morning, then, there paced on Leith Sands two figures. One was Lord Ipsden.
Lord Ipsden then gave her blue lights to distribute among the boats, that the first which caught herring might signal all hands. This was done, and all was expectation. Eleven o'clock came no signal from any boat. Christie became anxious. At last she went round to the boats; found the boys all asleep except the baddish boy; waked them up, and made them all haul in their first net.
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