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Over seven years ago one of my men picked up something on a beach of one of them islands east of the Marquesas we'd put in to water." "Yes, yes," said Lestrange. "What was it he found?" "Missus!" roared the captain in a voice that shook the walls of the room. The door opened, and the woman appeared. "Fetch me my keys out of my trousers pocket."
He lifted her up in his arms; her little pale face peeped over the rail, but there was nothing to see: the forms of terror had vanished, leaving the green depths untroubled and unstained. "What's they called, daddy?" persisted Dick, as his father took him down from the rail, and led him back to the chair. "Sharks," said Lestrange, whose face was covered with perspiration.
I should think not, says the serjeant. "Ion" is very different. The Talfourd household, as it is described by Mr. Lestrange, is a droll mixture of poetry and prose, of hospitality, of untidiness, of petulance, of most genuine kindness and most genuine human nature. There are also many mentions of Miss Mitford in the 'Life of Macready' by Sir F. Pollock.
"Thanks very much," answered Lestrange; "but it would not be enough, and moreover it would be depriving you. No; I must see if I cannot somehow arrange to send in to Port Elizabeth for a supply. The nuisance of it is that I have nobody about my place whom I can trust upon such an errand " "Oh, as to that," interrupted my father, "if you are so hard up as that, Ned shall go in and get it for you!
The afternoon production of "The Chaplet," in the gardens of Sir Hugh's house on Campden Hill, had been a most notable festivity, doubtless; but then it was a combination affair; for Miss Georgie Lestrange had shared in the honors of the occasion; moreover, they had professional assistance given them by Mr. Lionel Moore.
Now, mark what I say: I feel morally certain that this Richard, as you call him, is that same child, and heir to all the Lestrange property! That woman, Tuke what a name! she's the nurse that carried him off; and who knows but the man married her for the chance of what the child's succession might bring them!
"You will destroy that book! By Jove! You little know what you're about!" "I do know what I am about, sir. I shall do the book nothing but good," answered Richard. "It could not have lasted many years without what I am doing." "Leave it alone," said Lestrange. "I must ask some one. The treatment is too dangerous." "Excuse me, sir; the treatment is by no means dangerous.
Suppose they were like that, would it not be a cruelty to bring them to what we call civilisation?" "I think it would," said Stannistreet. Lestrange said nothing, but continued pacing the deck, his head bowed and his hands behind his back. One evening at sunset, Stannistreet said: "We're two hundred and forty miles from the island, reckoning from to-day's reckoning at noon.
"I sent for you," replied Lestrange curtly. "Very well, sir. I have not yet learned whether the tools I sent on have been delivered, but there will be plenty to do in the way of preparation. May I ask if you have settled where I am to work, sir?" "Ah! I had not thought of that!"
Here it was, devising and bequeathing his whole property, real and personal, exclusive only of certain legacies of small account, to Richard Lestrange, formerly known as Richard Tuke, reputed son of John and Jane Tuke, born Armour, but in reality sole son of Wilton Arthur Lestrange, of Mortgrange and Cinqmer, Baronet, and Robina Armour his wife, daughter of Simon Armour, Blacksmith, born in lawful wedlock in the house of Mortgrange, in the year 18 ! and so worded, at the request of sir Wilton, that even should the law declare him supposititious, the property must yet be his!
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