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Then abruptly the wails ceased, two pair of round gray eyes stared blankly up at their rescuer, and two voices demanded aggressively, "Who's you?" "Are you twins?" asked Peace in turn, noticing for the first time how very much alike were the small, snub-nosed, freckled faces of the dirty duet. "Yes." "What are your names?" "Lewie and Loie." "Lewie and Loie what?" "That's all."
Two hundred years ago he might have led some mad Jacobite plot to success. Three hundred and he might have been another Raleigh. Six hundred, and there would have been a new crusade. But as it is, he is out of harmony with his times; life is too easy and mannered; the field for a man's courage is in petty and recondite things, and Lewie is not fitted to understand it.
It was only my hideous folly that drove her from me." "Folly?" said Wratislaw, smiling. "Folly? Well you might call it that. I have come up 'ane's errand, as your people hereabouts say, to talk to you like a schoolmaster, Lewie. Do you mind a good talking-to?" "I need it," he said. "Only it won't do any good, because I have been talking to myself for a month without effect.
If you hang up in the void for a little and get the feeling of great space burned on your mind, you nearly die of choking when you are pulled up. Fancy you knowing about that." "Have you suffered it, Maister Lewie?" said the man. "Once. There was a gully in the Doorabs just like the Scarts o' the Muneraw, only twenty times deeper, and there was a bridge of tree-trunks bound with ropes across it.
He thanked Wratislaw with great heartiness, and when Lady Manorwater found the two they were beaming on each other like the most ancient friends. "Has anybody seen Lewie?" she was asking. "He is the most scandalous host in the world. We can't find boats or canoes and we can't find him. Oh, here is the truant!" And the renegade host was seen in the wake of Alice descending from the ridge.
When he heard the first words, "Well, Lewie, my son, you have been making a mess of it," his heart sank. "I am sorry," he said. "But how?" "How? Why, my dear chap, you have no grip. You have let the thing get out of hand. I heard your speech to-night. It was excellent, very clever, a beautiful piece of work, but worse than useless for your purpose. You forget the sort of man you are fighting.
Why, it is the best water about here, and yesterday was a first-rate day. What did you catch, Lewie?" "Twelve pounds-about four dozen trout." "Listen to that! And to think that that great hulking chap got all the sport!" And the boy intercepted his cousin's tea by way of retaliation. Then Mr.
It was Lewie everywhere! thought the girl. What could become of a man who was so hedged about by admirers? He had seemed to court her presence, and her heart had begun to beat faster of late when she saw his face. She dared not confess to herself that she was in love that she wanted this Lewis to herself, and bated the pretensions of his friends. Instead she flattered herself with a fiction.
No promotions could be made in the latter, as Major Miller and Colonel Rice had not resigned, although both were disabled for active service in consequence of wounds. There was considerable wrangling in the Fifteenth over the promotion to the Colonelcy. Captain F.S. Lewie, of Lexington, claimed it by seniority of rank, being senior Captain in the regiment.
Both were graduates of medical colleges well educated, cultured, and both high-toned gentlemen of the "Old School." But Lewie was subject to serious attacks of a certain disease, which frequently incapacitated him for duty, and on marches he was often unable to walk, and had to be hauled for days in the ambulance.
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