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His claithes look pretty nice. As a gen'al thing them people fra' the States hae plenty o' plack in their pockets. What do you think, sir?" "He is undoubtedly a gentleman from New England", said Mr. Norton. Mrs. McNab was a native of Dumfries, Scotland, and had made her advent in the Miramichi country about five years previous to the occurrences just mentioned.
McNab not having made her appearance, he inquired if any tidings had been heard from the sick-room. Mrs. Dubois replied, that she had listened at the door and hearing no sound, concluded Mr. Brown was quiet under the influence of the sleeping powder, and consequently, she did not run the risk of disturbing him by going in.
"'You know, McNab, he says, screwing his eye-glass into his eye with a smile 'you know that I am at any hour of the day or night glad to have a talk to a man of understanding like yourself. "'That's good of you, Colonel, I says, 'to meet me with such kindness.
They think they can do everything better'n anybody else. What can a mon do at nussin', I wad ken?" "Mr. Norton will nurse him well, I know. Let him take care of the gentleman, father", said Adèle. "Hush, my dear", said Mr. Dubois, decidedly, "it is proper that Mrs. McNab take charge of Mr. Brown to-night".
"Yes; it is all right. I've put him in my bag. You will appreciate him better in his table guise. I'll take him back as a peace-offering to Mrs McNab, for her own evening meal. We have already had our share at the pic " Suddenly his hands fell to his sides, he straightened himself, and turned his eyes upon her, filled with puzzle and dismay. "The pic " " Nic!" concluded Margot faintly.
"Should Aunt Patty happen to begin snoring in her chair, as she often does", said Adèle, "Mr. Brown would be obliged to wake up. I defy any one to sleep when she gets into one of those fits". "Adèle", said her father, while a smile played round his mouth and twinkled in his usually grave eyes, "can't you let Mrs. McNab have any peace?" "Is Mr. Brown a friend of yours?" inquired Mr.
McNab removed his pot of beer on one side, and leaned across the table. I moved my chair back quickly, just missing another vigorous stab from his huge index-finger. "The history of this war," he observed impressively, "will be interwoven with extraordinary things like this 'ere tale I have been telling you.
McNab, so notorious in the history of the Canadian revolution. We went in a large company to look at his beautiful grounds and residence, over which we were politely conducted by his amiable lady. It was indeed a lordly mansion, with its surroundings laid out in the English style of princely magnificence.
John Rex was borne backwards, but, in his desperation, he clutched the beast by the throat and belly, and, exerting all his strength, flung him off. The brute uttered one howl, and seemed to lie where he had fallen; while above his carcase again hovered that white and vaporous column. It was strange that McNab and the soldier did not follow up the advantage they had gained.
"You don't mean to say, Micah, that there's any person for beauty and bewitchingness to be compared with Mrs. McNab?" "Whew-ew", uttered Micah, while every line and feature in his countenance expressed ineffable scorn. He gave several extra strokes of the paddle with great energy. Suddenly, his grim features broke into a genial smile.
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