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Mrs. Jellicoe shook her gay bonnet ribbons at Mr. Meekin, with a hearty smile. "They are horrible creatures. And as for servants my goodness, I have a fresh one every week. When you have been here a little longer, you will know them better, Mr. Meekin." "They are quite unbearable at times." said Mrs.
Meekin, more astonished than ever at this strange country, where beautiful young ladies talked of poisoning and flogging as matters of little moment, where wives imprisoned their husbands, and murderers taught French, perfumed the air with his cambric handkerchief in silence. "You have not been here long, Mr. Meekin," said Sylvia, after a pause. "No, only a week; and I confess I am surprised.
Meekin, smoothing one lavender finger with the tip of another, and arching his elegant eyebrows in mild deprecation of any praise of his self-denial, "but I felt it my duty not to refuse the offer made me through the kindness of his lordship. Here is a field, leddies a field for the Christian pastor. They appeal to me, leddies, these lambs of our Church these lost and outcast lambs of our Church."
"It's not my place to argue with you, sir," said Dawes, in a tone of indifference, born of lengthened suffering, so nicely balanced between contempt and respect, that the inexperienced Meekin could not tell whether he had made a convert or subjected himself to an impertinence; "but I'm a prisoner for life, and don't look at it in the same way that you do."
"You don't believe all that, Meekin, do you?" The parson reproved him gently. "Wait a moment, sir, until I have finished." "'Party spirit runs very high, even in prison in Van Diemen's Land.
This view of the question did not seem to have occurred to Mr. Meekin, for his mild cheek flushed. Certainly, the fact of being a prisoner for life did make some difference. The sound of the noonday bell, however, warned him to cease argument, and to take his consolations out of the way of the mustering prisoners.
"'Oh! he thought, 'how could I have run away from my gentle sister to go to that cruel Stephen? "Stephen and Meekin walked off in a hurry, after they had breakfasted, and Miss Grizzy sent Bernard after them. He followed them slowly, and yet did not like to stay long behind them. "They were gone again into the yard, and there was Benjamin, and the servant boy, and the pony.
"Parson says he'll come and hear you to-morrer, and you're to keep the book clean." "Keep the book clean!" and "hear him!" Did Meekin think that he was a charity school boy? The utter incapacity of the chaplain to understand his wants was so sublime that it was nearly ridiculous enough to make him laugh. He turned his eyes downwards to the texts.
I can trust you." "No, Rex," said Meekin, walking loftily into the pitfall; "I do not read private letters." It was sealed, and John Rex felt as if somebody had withdrawn a match from a powder barrel. In a month Mr.
"I asked," said Meekin, "because some friends of mine were thinking of coming." "And who may they be?" "Do you know Captain Frere?" "Frere! I should say so!" returned Burgess, with a laugh, modelled upon Maurice Frere's own. "I was quartered with him at Sarah Island. So he's a friend of yours, eh?" "I had the pleasure of meeting him in society. He is just married, you know."
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