United States or Suriname ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


He went to Dieppe to meet the afternoon boat. Where have you been since Tuesday? 'I slept at the lock-house with a nice civil woman, who gave me a night's lodging, said Ida, somewhat embarrassed by this question. 'But why not have come home at once, dear? asked the step-mother mildly. She always felt herself a poor creature before her Juno-like daughter.

To-morrow they might be married, and in the meanwhile Ida could be safely and comfortably housed with the good woman at the lock-house. Brian would give up his lodgings to her, and would stay at the hotel at Chertsey. Ida listened, and hesitated: before her lay the dry, dusty road, the solitary journey by land and sea, the doubtful welcome at home.

"Good night, Mr. Robert. I'm glad you've learnt to manage your boat." As Roberts went off his voice was heard saying, "It is hard work, and perseverance, and honesty, and temperance that does it." And he was not wrong. Ten o'clock came. The lock-house was closed, and all its inmates went to bed. Mrs. Rowles had little sleep, watching all night for Juliet's knock. But it did not come.

Philip and Emily had lived nearly all their lives in Littlebourne lock-house, and they knew more about boating and such matters than old men and women who live all their lives in London. The two little steamers came into the lock as soon as Rowles, assisted by his children, opened the lower gate.

She was gone out of the Lock-house as soon as he gave her this permission, and her tottering steps were on the road again.

But he must have the power of making himself invisible before he can shake Me off. Riderhood stopped. 'If you don't get disapinted agin, T'otherest, maybe you'll put up at the Lock-house when you come back? 'I will. Riderhood nodded, and the figure of the bargeman went its way along the soft turf by the side of the towing-path, keeping near the hedge and moving quickly.

The setting of a trap for finding out whether it was accidentally done, soon superseded, as a practical piece of cunning, the abstruser inquiry why otherwise it was done. And he devised a means. Rogue Riderhood went into his Lock-house, and brought forth, into the now sober grey light, his chest of clothes.

Stephen, forced to submit, although not convinced that Cripps was such a wicked man as his brother made out, promised, but reserved to himself mentally the right to see Cripps at least once more at the Lock-House, there to return him the bicycle lantern, which it will be remembered that kind gentleman had lent the boy before the holidays.

I shall know every stump of willow every bulrush before I am a month older. 'But surely you are not going to stay at Penton Hook for a month! exclaimed Ida, 'buried alive in that little lock-house? 'I shall have my daily resurrection when I see you. 'But you cannot imagine that I shall walk upon this path every afternoon, in order that you may land and talk nonsense? protested Ida.

He therefore instructed Stephen to take it up to the lock-house with a note to the effect that having changed his mind in the matter since speaking to Cripps, he found he should not require the rod, and therefore returned it, with many thanks for Mr Cripps's trouble.