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There is not a more spirited man serves in the fleet" On October 27th H. Muddiman wrote to Sir Edward Stradling: "Sir Jeremy Smith has got as much credit by his late examination as his enemies wished him disgrace, the King and Duke of York being fully satisfied of his valour in the engagement.
There was a little thick catch of disappointment in his throat, not because he wanted a present, but because he liked Uncle Samuel. Suddenly, from somewhere behind him his uncle said: "Shut your eyes, Jerry. Don't open them until I tell you" then rather crossly, "No, Amy, leave me alone. I know what I'm about, thank you." Jeremy shut his eyes tight.
No words would come, and he could only stand there, his cheeks flushed, aware that Ernest had grown and grown during those three months, that he wore a straw hat with a black-and-red ribbon upon it, that round his long ugly neck was a stiff white collar, and across his waistcoat a thick silver watch-chain. "Hallo!" said Jeremy. "Hallo!" said the new Ernest scornfully. A long pause.
"Herriot," he remarked evenly, "better set the men to cleaning decks and repairing damage. We'll start down the Jersey coast at once." Jeremy got to his bunk as best he might and slept for the greater part of twenty-four hours. When he awoke, the crew had just finished breakfast and were sitting, every man by himself, counting out gold pieces.
He had once warned Jeremy off the Cathedral grass in a voice of thunder, and Jeremy had never forgotten it. He glared now and pulled his beard, but Hamlet fortunately behaved well, and the old young man discovered Jeremy's notepaper within a very short period. Then suddenly the Canon spoke. "Dogs should not be inside shops," He said, as though he were condemning someone to death.
"This way!" he gasped through the hissing rain, and plunged along the black chasm toward the southern end, where it debouched upon the hillside. They clambered over some boulders and emerged in the undergrowth, a score of yards from the point where the barrel had been found. "Come on," whispered Jeremy hoarsely, and started eastward along the slope.
"What's going to alarm her?" asked the doctor. "You, if she knows at once you are a physician. I think I had better introduce you as a friend, who brought me home in the storm." "Oh! so we are going to act a little farce, are we? Stage manager, Gertrude Flint unknown stranger, Dr. Jeremy. I'm ready. What shall I say first?"
"'Much ado there was, God wot: would love and she would not; said, "Never man was true." He said, "None was false to you."" "Give you good-day, reverend sir!" I called. "Art conning next Sunday's hymn?" Nothing abashed, Master Jeremy Sparrow gently shook off the squirrels, and getting to his feet advanced to meet us.
About the middle of the forenoon the Queen came into the wind and her anchor went down with a roar and a splash, not three cables' lengths from the spot in the northern bay where Jeremy and his father had first landed their flock of sheep. On the gray slope above the shore the boys could see the low, black cabin, silent and apparently tenantless.
I don't see what the doctor would make me get up so early for." Then she darted forward, exclaiming, "Dr. Jeremy, for mercy's sake, don't stand so near the edge of that precipice! Why, are you crazy, man? You frighten me to death! You'll fall over and break your neck!" Finding the doctor deaf to her entreaties, Mrs.
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