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He went straight to the yard where the boys played, and scarcely got there in time to hinder Griffith from beginning his tricks with Bernard, for he had got a piece of whipcord, and was insisting that the boy should be tied with it between Meekin and Price, and that they should be the team and he the driver; and a pretty run would the first and last horse have given the middle one, had Griffith's plan been executed.
"An admirable notion of papa's," said Meekin, much relieved as the door opened, and Vickers and Frere entered. Vickers's hair had grown white, but Frere carried his thirty years as easily as some men carry two-and-twenty. "My dear Sylvia," began Vickers, "here's an extraordinary thing!" and then, becoming conscious of the presence of the agitated Meekin, he paused. "You know Mr.
"Ay, Port Arthur couldn't have been better if it had been made on purpose," says Frere; "and all up the coast from Tenby to St. Helen's there isn't a scrap for human being to make a meal on. The West Coast is worse. By George, sir, in the old days, I remember " "By the way," says Meekin, "I've got something to show you. Rex's confession. I brought it down on purpose." "Rex's confession!"
"Dear me, it is really very terrible," says Meekin, who was not ill-meaning, but only self-complacent "very terrible indeed." "But unhappily true," said Mr. Pounce. "An olive? Thanks." "Upon me soul!" burst out honest McNab, "the hail seestem seems to be maist ill-calculated tae advance the wark o' reeformation." "Mr.
The sides of this funnel were rugged rock, and in the banks of earth lodged here and there upon projections, a scrubby vegetation grew. The scanty growth paused abruptly half-way down the gulf, and the rock below was perpetually damp from the upthrown spray. Accident had the convict been a Meekin, we might term it Providence had lodged him on the lowest of these banks of earth.
"It's very oppressive, Captain Frere," said Meekin; "and to a stranger, quite enervating." "Have a glass of wine," said Frere, as if the house was his own. "One wants bucking up a bit on a day like this." "Ay, to be sure," repeated Vickers. "A glass of wine. Sylvia, dear, some sherry. I hope she has not been attacking you with her strange theories, Mr. Meekin."
"'Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt'," said Meekin, a little scandalized. "Fourteen words." "Count fourteen words on, then, and score the fourteenth. I'm up to this text-quoting business." "The word 'L1000'," said Meekin. "Yes." "Then there's another text. Thirty-eighth isn't it? Psalm and the fourteenth verse.
The only answer vouchsafed by the ironed man if answer it could be called was a savage blow, which split the stone into sudden fragments, and made the clergyman skip a step backward. "You are a hardened ruffian, sir! Do you not hear me speak to you?" "I hear you," said Dawes, picking up another stone. "Then listen respectfully, sir," said Meekin, roseate with celestial anger.
By and by, a short figure, smoking a cheroot, came up out of the dark, and proved to be Dr. Macklewain, who had been prevented from attending the dinner by reason of an accident to a constable at Norfolk Bay, which had claimed his professional attention. "Well, how's Forrest?" cried Burgess. "Mr. Meekin Dr. Macklewain." "Dead," said Dr. Macklewain. "Delighted to see you, Mr. Meekin."
"I was going to say, my good fellow, that you have done yourself a great deal of injury by your ill-advised accusation of Captain Frere, and the use you made of Miss Vickers's name." A frown, as of pain, contracted the prisoner's brows, and he seemed with difficulty to put a restraint upon his speech. "Is there to be no inquiry, Mr. Meekin?" he asked, at length.
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