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Almost at the same moment the kibble appeared flying upwards. The miner leaped upon it, caught and clung to the chain as it passed, and shouted a defiant adieu to his less fortunate comrades, who arrived just in time to witness him disappear upwards in this rapid manner "to grass."
'I'm sure you can't have any cares, Lady Lesbia, said Kibble, with an incredulous smile, trying to smooth the disordered hair, anxious to make haste with the unfinished toilet, for it was within a few minutes of eight. 'I am full of care.
They were still busily discussing the matter of remaining in the mine all night, when they heard the kibble descending the shaft, near the bottom of which they sat, and next moment a man came to the ground with considerable violence. "Why, Frankey, is that thee, booy?" said Maggot, starting up to assist him. "Aw dear, iss; I'm gone dead a'most! aw dear! aw dear!"
All the racing yachts had melted away like a dream, and most of the pleasure yachts were off to Ryde. Lady Lesbia lay in her curtained cabin, with Kibble keeping watch beside her bed, while Maulevrier came in every half-hour to see how she was sitting by her a little now and then, and talking of indifferent things in a low kind voice, which was full of comfort.
Her wardrobes and old-fashioned hanging closets and chests of drawers in Arlington Street were crammed to overflowing with finery; and then there were all the things that she had grown tired of, or had thought unbecoming, and had given away to Kibble, her own maid, or to Rilboche, who had in a great measure superseded Kibble on all important occasions; for how could a Westmoreland girl know how to dress a young lady for London balls and drawing-rooms?
"Foolish lads!" ejaculated Captain Dan with a smile, and an expression that proved he took some interest in the folly, whatever it might be. "What is it?" inquired Oliver. "They are racing to the kibble. Look and you shall see," replied the other. Just then a man who had outrun his comrades appeared at the place where the level joined the shaft, just opposite.
I have the chance of happiness now yes, of consummate bliss and haven't the courage to snatch at it. Take off this horrid gown, Kibble; my head is splitting: I shan't go to dinner. 'Oh, Lady Lesbia, you are treading on the pearl embroidery, remonstrated poor Kibble, as Lesbia kicked the new gown from under her feet. 'What does it matter! she exclaimed with a bitter little laugh.
Lady Kirkbank lay in a state of collapse, in which life seemed only sustainable by occasional teaspoonfuls of cognac gently tilted down her throat by the patient Kibble. Lesbia went to her cabin, but with no intention of remaining there. She was firmly convinced that the storm would come, and she meant to be on deck while it was raging.
Show the Force the Six Jolly Fellowship Porters, and the Force to a constable will show you a piece of perfection, Mr Kibble. That gentleman, with a very serious shake of his head, subscribed the article. Well you may.
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