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Hardy; you are housemother here, and I am your daughter and owe you a daughter's duty." It had been Mrs. Hardy's dream that when her son brought his wife home, the latter should occupy her seat, and rule as Mrs. Hardy of Hardy Place. As Helga put it, she had got a daughter, and that was all. Helga took Mrs. Hardy's hand and kissed it. "What a trump she is, John!" exclaimed Sir Charles Lynton.
"Why, it must be water falling somewhere right in the cliff," cried Brace; and, forgetting his breathlessness, he hurried along over the crumbling stones and dust in the direction from which the sound seemed to come. "It comes from out of here," said Lynton, who was first to arrive at the end of the terrace, and he stopped at one of the familiar open doorways and listened.
"What!" said Sir Humphrey, frowning and speaking angrily. "Ah, I thought you'd take it that way, sir," said the skipper, scowling; "but you're wrong. I'm not going back on what I said." "Then what does this mean?" "It means, sir, that I've lost Jem Lynton, my second mate." "Lost him?" said Brace quickly. "Why, he stopped ashore to spend the evening with somebody." "That's right, squire."
Taught by the previous day's experience, the party led by Brace and Lynton, who both displayed in their eagerness plenty of activity climbed pretty quickly from terrace to terrace, disturbing plenty of birds, for the most part a kind of pigeon, which nested freely in the cell-like openings.
When she saw Lynton Street written up her heart gave a strange little whirr and then tightened within herself, but she marched on and found 13A. A dirty house, pots with ferns in the two grimy windows, and the walls streaky with white stains against the grey. The door was ajar and, pushing it a little, she saw a servant-girl on her knees scrubbing the floor.
Yesterday morning we said good-bye to Lynton, and Sir Lionel, Dick, Mrs. Senter, and I walked to Watersmeet, Emily going along the upper road in the car with Young Nick, whose hand was well enough to drive.
Brace felt shocked at seeing a strong man so overcome, and carefully refrained from glancing at the American, for fear of seeing a look of contempt in his eyes. But the weakness passed away as quickly as it had come, and Lynton sprang up, to give a sharp glance round at the surface of the broad stretch of water, and then he turned to the others, but he did not speak for a few moments.
"Why didn't you hold him with the line?" said the American drily. "Can't you see? It broke." And Lynton held out the end. "And can't you see? What sort of hook do you call this?" As he spoke Briscoe held out the gaff, which was nearly straightened out. "I guess," he continued, "that you people ought to make this sort of tools of hard steel and not of soft iron."
"You'd better rig up another, I should say," said the American drily, "and hold on and give out when the fish runs." "It's a rum un," muttered the mate. "I say, my lad, just keep your head out of my way next time. Are you aware that it's just about as hard as a cocoanut?" "Never mind, Lynton," cried Brace. "Get out another line as soon as you can, while the fish are biting so freely."
To a man, with fixed staring eyes and set teeth, the sailors dragged at their oars, waiting till their officer at the tiller should bid them cease, while his face seemed to have become set to a stony solidity which never changed, for Lynton was ready to meet the worst and, determined to help till the water beat them down, he breathed hard and thrust in the regular seaman's swing.
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