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North met these impertinences with unruffled brow, and Frere could in no way account for his obstinacy, until the arrival of the Lady Franklin explained the chaplain's apparent coolness. He had sent in his resignation two months before, and the saintly Meekin had been appointed in his stead.
Clad in glossy black, of the most fashionable clerical cut, with dandy boots, and gloves of lightest lavender a white silk overcoat hinting that its wearer was not wholly free from sensitiveness to sun and heat the Reverend Meekin tripped daintily to the post office, and deposited his letter. Two ladies met him as he turned. "Mr. Meekin!" Mr.
He called me 'Brother'!" And filled with a strange wild pity for himself, and yearning love towards the man who befriended him, he fell to nursing the hand on which North's tears had fallen, moaning and rocking himself to and fro. Meekin, in the morning, found his pupil more sullen than ever.
He was right. North, the drunkard and self-tormented, had a power for good, of which Meekin and the other knew nothing. Not merely were the men incompetent and self-indulgent, but they understood nothing of that frightful capacity for agony which is deep in the soul of every evil-doer.
He dressed in haste, and ran to the window, and there he saw just below him a young man called Benjamin, the same who had helped to ring the bells with Stephen and Meekin and the servant boy all gathered together examining Lucilla's pony. Bernard could not hear what they said, and the bell rang for breakfast before he had time to ask. "When he came down, he was sorry to find that Mr.
If you'd put your 'Office' into your pocket and open your eyes a bit " "Maurice! My dear Maurice!" "I beg your pardon, Meekin," says Maurice, with clumsy apology; "but I know these fellows. I've lived among 'em, I came out in a ship with 'em, I've talked with 'em, and drank with 'em, and I'm down to all their moves, don't you see.
"Doctor's bin post-morticing the prisoner what was flogged this morning, sir," said Troke, "and we're cleanin' up." Meekin sickened, and walked on. He had heard that unhappy Kirkland possessed unknown disease of the heart, and had unhappily died before receiving his allotted punishment.
A lovely climate, but, as I said just now to Mrs. Jellicoe, the Trail of the Serpent the Trail of the Serpent my dear young lady." "If you send all the wretches in England here, you must expect the Trail of the Serpent," said Sylvia. "It isn't the fault of the colony." "Oh, no; certainly not," returned Meekin, hastening to apologize. "But it is very shocking."
"Ain't the Dandy a one'er?" said he. "Are you thinking of coming the pious?" asked Rex. "It's no good with North. Wait until the highly-intelligent Meekin comes. You can twist that worthy successor of the Apostles round your little finger!" "Silence there!" cries the overseer. "Do you want me to report yer?"
How do we know that when Meekin and Phillips met that night, Meekin wasn't recognized by Phillips as Meekin and that Meekin accordingly had a double incentive to kill him?" "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Lindsey. "Capital theory! and probably the right one.
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