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"You have outgrown a good lot of them, I should think," remarked Stephen; "and we will at once pay a visit to Mr Tape, who will know more or less what you require." "But how are they to be paid for?" asked Roger. "Mr Kempson will settle that," said Stephen. "He is very kind and generous, and I am grateful to him," said Roger. They at once carried out their intentions.
"I'm sure I should, my own bright boy. Oh! speak, young man. Who are you? Don't deceive me," exclaimed Susan, starting up and taking the stranger's hands. "Are you my son Jack?" "Indeed I am, mother," answered Jack Kempson, for the young stranger was her long-lost son. He returned her embrace affectionately, and soon all his young brothers and sisters were clustering round him.
Samuel Kempson went on his way to the pit's mouth, where a number of other men collected, ready to go down as soon as the banksman called them. It was a fine morning; the sun was just rising in the clear sky out from the far-off sea.
Food was running very short. They could barely afford bread and cheese; often they ate nothing but dry bread and drank warm water, for the tea was so weak it was little better. Mrs Kempson, who had for so long lived well, felt as if she was dying of hunger. Dick was pretty nearly starving also.
They may have been rough in looks and rough in language, but the widow's grief softened their hearts and made them kind and gentle in their manner. Mrs Kempson received the poor widow with much kindness, and did her best to comfort her. They did little else all the evening but talk of little David and what had become of him.
It will be a heavy loss to Kempson and Company, and we might try to collect whatever is driven on shore." "I am afraid if we did that the natives would soon come down and deprive us of our property. If we can find some food among the things cast on shore it will be more to the purpose."
I came up here, Mr Kempson, to say that the ship is ready to take in cargo as soon as you are ready to ship it." "We may say to-morrow, then, and Mr Battiscombe, with young Willoughby to assist him, will go on board and take charge of the cargo."
He looked round for a minute without speaking first at Mrs Kempson, then at Limping Lawry, then at little Nelly, and then at the other children, and over and over again at Dick. "I think that I have seen you all before; but it was years ago," he said at last, and his voice trembled.
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