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"My! Sally!" said timid Mrs. Spenser, under her breath; but Sally gave no heed, and swept on in the stream of her recollections. "Well, it went on for fifteen year, an' then 'Mandy Knowles, Josh's second cousin, come to help 'em with the work. 'Mandy was a queer creatur'. I've studied a good deal over her, an' I dunno's I've quite got to the bottom of her yit.
Harbison were rather strained. Bella had left the roof and Jim and the Harbison man came face to face in the door of the tent. According to Dal, little had been said, but Jim, bound by his promise to me, could not explain, and could only stammer something about being an old friend of Miss Knowles.
If there were any all-embracing harmony, one soul through all, he did not see it. Knowles that old sceptic believed in it, and called it Love. Even Goethe himself, what was it he said? "Der Allumfasser, der Allerhalter, fasst und erhalt er nicht, dich, mich, sich selbst?"
He went from one to another grunting, "Ough!... See her through it yet;" and unexpectedly, with loud angry outbursts, blew up Knowles for cutting off a long piece from the fall of the relieving tackle. "Ough! Ashamed of yourself Relieving tackle Don't you know better! Ough! Able seaman! Ough!" The lame man was crushed. He muttered, "Get som'think for a lashing for myself, sir." "Ough!
Cowperwood contemplated the sketches curiously. His eyes clouded. "Another one of Stephanie's adherents," he commented, teasingly. "It's a long procession I've joined. Gardner Knowles, Lane Cross, Bliss Bridge, Forbes Gurney." Stephanie merely pouted moodily. "How you talk! Bliss Bridge, Gardner Knowles! I admit I like them all, but that's all I do do. They're just sweet and dear.
I got up and found people running into the streets, but saw no mischief done: there has been some; two old houses flung down, several chimneys, and much chinaware. The bells rung in several houses. Admiral Knowles, who has lived long in Jamaica, and felt seven there, says this was more violent than any of them: Francesco prefers it to the dreadful one at Leghorn.
She needs quiet and care more than anything else." "Yes, sir. We will do our best to see that she has both. A relative of yours, sir, I think you said." "A a my niece," I answered, on the spur of the moment. She was Hephzy's niece, of course. As a matter of fact, she was scarcely related to me. However, it seemed useless to explain. "I didn't know you had English relatives, Mr. Knowles.
Briggs and the maid. "Oh!" said the third voice, with a little catch in it. "Who is it, please? Who is it? What is the person's name?" Mrs. Briggs scowled at me. "Wat's your name?" she snapped. "My name is Knowles. I am an American relative of Mr. Morley's and I'm here in answer to a letter written by Mr. Morley himself." There was a moment's silence.
"Nothing only I just happened to get him up near the bunkhouse, Miss Chuckie. Thought I'd tell you, in case he has a mate around." "We must all look sharp. You, too, Mr. Ashton. They are more apt to strike without warning, this time of year." "I know," remarked Ashton. "It's before they cast their old skin, and it makes them blind." "Too early for that," corrected Knowles.
I was telling him that I had heard of a ship striking a berg, and of several of her people being saved on it, while she went down, when he startled me by singing out with a voice of thunder, "Ice ahead!" At the same moment old Knowles cried out, "Ice on the weather-bow!" and immediately I had to echo the shout with "Ice on the lee-bow!" and another cried, "Ice abeam!"
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