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Commander Jephson had, usually, a manner of slow and gentle speech. He impressed one, at first sight, as being a man lacking in "ginger," which was a great mistake, as many a midshipman had found to his cost. The commandant of cadets, however, did not believe in becoming excited or excitable until the occasion arose. "Be good enough to make your statement, Mr.
On the other hand, Jephson is sure to hear about her position from local gossip that she is rich, and so on. Perhaps she is not so very plain. They are sure to meet, or Mrs. Nicholson will bring them together in her tactful way. She has not much time to lose if the girl's glass ball yarn is true, and it may be true by a fluke.
Away ran Dick Gardener with this message; and, in a few minutes, lights were seen to flit about, which convinced Fairford, who was now, in consequence of the halt, a little restored to self-possession, that they were traversing the front of a tolerably large mansion-house. 'What if thy friend, Dick Gardener, comes not back again? said Jephson to Skelton.
In a few moments, he returned, raising his right, white-gloved hand to the visor of his cap. "The commandant of midshipmen is ready, sir." "Come with me, then," directed Lieutenant Nettleson, who had already risen to receive the cadet officer's report. The O.C. led the way into the office of Commander Jephson, U.S. Navy, the commandant of midshipmen. "This, Mr.
Now do you understand? "'Yes, whispered the woman, and he left her. "But there are only two people," concluded Jephson, "who do not regard his saving of the husband's life as a highly noble and unselfish action, and they are the man himself and the woman." We thanked Jephson for his story, and promised to profit by the moral, when discovered.
He is most benignant as well as most entertaining; the noblest and the gentlest of lions, and his face, especially the lower part of it, is excessively like a lion; he and Mr. Crampton and Mr. Jephson were delightful together. The school band, after dinner by moonlight, playing Scotch tunes, and the boys at leap-frog delighted Sir Walter.
Jephson is rather bitten by a taste for all that "teleopathy" business, as the old Malaprop calls it. On the whole, I shall say no more to him, but let him play the game, if he goes to Walton, off his own bat. Presently Merton received a note from Jephson dated 'The Perch, Walton-on- Dove. Jephson expressed his gratitude; the place suited his purpose very well.
It's not that. I make no complaint, but I tell you it ain't me, it's circumstances as is gone and changed theirselves, and bein' as circumstances is changed, things ain't the same as they was, and Miss is the properer term from you to me, John Jephson." "Dang it if I know what you're a drivin' at, Alice! Miss Cox! and I beg yer pardon, miss, I'm sure. Dang me if I do!"
From "Jephson" I hold a letter, dated from a station deep in the heart of the Queensland bush. "Do what you like with it, dear boy," the letter runs, "so long as you keep me out of it. Thanks for your complimentary regrets, but I cannot share them. I was never fitted for a literary career. Lucky for me, I found it out in time. Some poor devils don't. We read all your stuff, and like it very much.
"At intervals when they do something wrong," answered Jephson. "A consistently irreproachable heroine is as irritating as Socrates must have been to Xantippe, or as the model boy at school is to all the other lads. Take the stock heroine of the eighteenth-century romance.
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