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Braden took it, with more swinging bows, and a sweep of his floppy headgear. "Glad t' meet you," he smiled, "Miss-a-a-a-Miss " "Lancaster's they name," prompted the section-boss, all good nature. " Lancaster. Glad t' meet you both." Dallas nodded, and drew her sister away to the wagon-seat in the corner.
"I was never cruel to you, Ferdy; you mistake leniency for harshness." "No one else would say that to me." "So much the more pity. You would be a better man if you had the truth told you oftener." "When did you become such an advocate of Truth? Is it this man?" "What man?" "Keith. If it is, I want to tell you that he is not what he pretends." A change came over Mrs. Lancaster's face.
But the remark failed to appeal. David Bond made a shake-down for himself beside Lancaster's bunk, using an armful of hay and the robes and quilts from his pung. However, the fact that he needed rest, or that his couch was ready, did not tempt him from the fire. Long after his host disappeared behind the swinging Navajo blankets, he sat by the hearth.
He was gazing at the loch, and could hardly have noticed Lancaster's wince which called up Bullard's frown. Bullard threw his cold cigar into the fire and lit a fresh one with care. With smoke coming from his lips he said softly, "Your brother was devilishly badly treated in that land deal, Christopher. Lancaster and I would have helped him out, had it been possible wouldn't we, Lancaster?"
When the captain drove into Glenford on the day when his mind had been so much disturbed by Dick Lancaster's questions regarding a marriage between him and Maria Port, he stopped at no place of business, he turned not to the right nor to the left, but went directly to the house of his old friend with whom he had spent the night before. Mr.
"Nothing that wasn't kind, father. He wants you to go to Grey House for a change the moment you feel able for the journey. He wants us all to go. What better news can I give you than that, dear?" Lancaster's eyes grew moist. "God bless the boy for shewing that he bears me no ill-will," he said. "What did he talk about?"
'There is no English, French, or Scot where he is gone! cried Malcolm. 'No Babel! O Patie, I have been far fallen! I have done you in heart a grievous wrong! but if I have turned back in time, it is his doing that lies there. 'His! what, Harry of Lancaster's? demanded the bewildered Patrick. 'What had he to do with you? 'He has been my only true friend here! cried Malcolm.
At a tournament eighteen years later, the Duke of Lancaster's son-in-law, the last of the Earls of Pembroke, was left dead upon the field. Alexandra and Ricarda came back very tired, and not in exceptionally good tempers, as Amphillis soon found out, since she was invariably a sufferer on these occasions.
But except for this second voyage of Lancaster's, a very real and definite achievement in the history of commercial expansion, the voyages of the day, full of brilliant exploits in the annals of seamanship and of adventure, and collectively marking an epoch in England's oceanic development, were not individually notable for specific results.
Wentworth watched her for a moment silently, and then said: "You must not let the boy tyrannize over you so." Mrs. Lancaster's reply was complete: "I love it; I just love it!" Presently Mrs. Wentworth spoke again. "What is the matter with you this evening? You seem quite distraite." "I saw a ghost to-day." She spoke without moving. Mrs. Wentworth's face took on more interest. "What do you mean?
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