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It was during these revivals that I played Janette in "The Lyons Mail" not a big part, and not well suited to me, but I played it well enough to support my theory that whatever I have not been, I have been a useful actress.
An hour later the form of Janette Harford, invisible in the darkness and spray, was torn from my grasp by the cruel vortex of the sinking ship, and I fainted in the cordage of the floating mast to which I had lashed myself. It was by lamplight that I awoke. I lay in a berth amid the familiar surroundings of the stateroom of a steamer.
The firing from the great guns increased, and every now and then I thought I heard a distant sound, as if the reports of the guns above us had been reflected from some precipitous bank." "I did not know that there was any echo here," said the youngest girl. "Alas, Janette!" said her brother, "I fear that is no echo;" and he put up his hand to his ear, and listened in breathless suspense.
"Not back to Hamburgh not to endure another season of such deep degradation not to be exposed to the Oh brother, you saw we all submitted to our fate without a murmur, and laboured cheerfully on the fortifications, when compelled to do so, by that inhuman monster Davoust, amidst the ribaldry of a licentious soldiery, merely because poor Janette had helped to embroider a standard for the brave Hanseatic Legion you know how we bore this" here the sweet girl held out her delicate hands, galled by actual and unwonted labour and many other indignities, until that awful night, when No, brother, we shall await the arrival of the Russians, even should we see our once happy home converted into a field of battle; but into the city we shall not go."
"Och, murther! is the world burning up?" cried the cook. "Be still, ye howlin' fool," said the cool and travelled maid. "It's only von big fire!" "Go to your mistress and help her, quick!" cried Dennis. "Go to my meestress! I go to de street and save my life." "Oh, Janette!" cried Christine. "Come and help me!" "I am meeserable zat I cannot.
No one ever claimed the child, and after a reasonable time they adopted her. She has grown up in the belief that she is their daughter." "Doyle, what book are you reading?" "Oh, it's called 'Denneker's Meditations. It's a rum lot, Janette gave it to me; she happened to have two copies. Want to see it?" He tossed me the volume, which opened as it fell.
They stood around the office desk, awaiting their turn. The big engine had ceased to throb and the shuttles to clatter and whirl. The mill was so quiet that those who had, year in and year out, listened to its clatter and hum, seemed to think some overhanging calamity was about to drop out of the sky of terrible calm. "Janette Smith," called out Kingsley.
Doyle gazed at me for some moments as if thinking what to do, then seating himself again on the couch, said: "Why should I not? I am engaged to marry Janette Harford, whom I met a year ago in London.
One evening Christine ventured to send Janette on the same errand and impatiently awaited her return. At last she came, appearing as if flushed and angry. "Whom did you see?" asked Christine, eagerly. "I saw Mr. Fleet himself." "Well, what did he say?" "He bite his lip, frown, and say, 'Zere is no answer, and turn on his heel into ze house." It was now Christine's turn to be angry.
I am absolutely determined to do work of some sort. I am tired of living on other people and other people's efforts. Until I hear from Madame Christophor, or find another post, I am doing what I am fit for here. Don't make me any more annoyed than I am at present. I am cross enough with Janette because she will make me sit in here instead of with the other girls."
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