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"It was to find where you were that I came," was the quiet answer. There was a moment's silence. Sloat turned and looked at the two men in utter surprise. Up to this time he had considered Jerrold's absence from reveille as a mere dereliction of duty which was ascribable to the laziness and indifference of the young officer.
It is not an official matter. It is as man to man I want to see you, alone and at once. Now will you let Major Sloat retire?" Silence for a moment. The angry flush on Jerrold's face was dying away, and in its place an ashen pallor was spreading from throat to brow; his lips were twitching ominously. Sloat looked in consternation at the sudden change. "Shall I go?" he finally asked.
That was all the consolation he gave me as he shoved himself into his clothes; and then, hastily lugging on a thick monkey-jacket hurried out on deck. "A nice mess you've made, too, of the cabin." This was Master Weeks' sympathy as he took possession of Jerrold's vacated bunk and quietly composed himself to sleep, regardless of my groans and deaf to all further appeals for aid.
Jerrold said no more, and I went on talking with Dr. ; but, in a minute or two, I became aware that something had gone wrong, and, looking at Douglas Jerrold, there was an expression of pain and emotion on his face. Jerrold's feelings. But he was indeed greatly hurt by that little word "acrid."
Outside Colin's window the tree rocked in the wind. A branch brushed backwards and forwards, it tapped on the pane. Its black shadow shook on the grey, moonlit wall. Jerrold's empty bed showed white and dreadful in the moonlight, covered with a sheet. Colin was frightened. A narrow passage divided his room from Anne's. The doors stood open. He called "Anne! Anne!"
In short, I esteem this Jerrold's best book, the one which contains most of his mind.
Among her suitors was Jacobs. He cut out a blacksmith, and a painter, and several young farmers, and father said he never in his life had such a time to keep a straight face, as when Jacobs came to him this spring, and said he was going to marry old Miser Jerrold's daughter. He wanted to quit father's employ, and he thanked him in a real manly way for the manner in which he had always treated him.
Love-sickness and home-sickness tore at her together till her heart felt as if it were stretched out to breaking point. She had only to go back and she would end this pain. Then on the sixth day Jerrold's wire came: "Colin ill again. Please come back. Jerrold." ii It was not her fault and it was not Jerrold's. The thing had been taken out of their hands.
Is there any regimental matter that can be troubling him?" she asked, in lower tone. "Nothing of any consequence whatever. Of course the officers feel chagrined over their defeat in the rifle-match. They had expected to stand very high, but Mr. Jerrold's shooting was unexpectedly below the average, and it threw their team behind. But the colonel didn't make the faintest allusion to it.
Sometimes it was even more, according to Tom Jerrold's calculations, he having to heave the log at intervals and turn the fourteen-second glass, his especial duty, in order to determine our rate of progress through the water; but I don't think it was ever less from the time the sun rose in the morning.
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