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The clergyman's name was Strickland, and the merchant-captain's name was Kirke; and that was all the boatmen knew about either of them. "It is of no consequence who they are," said Magdalen, carelessly. "The man's rudeness merely annoyed me for the moment. Let us have done with him. I have something else to think of, and so have you. Where is the solitary walk you mentioned just now?
But he dropped his Scotch and merchant-captain's manner, and was suddenly a French courtier, making me a bow that had done credit to a Richelieu. "Your servant, Mr. "Richard Carvel, of Carvel Hall, in his Majesty's province of Maryland." He seemed sufficiently impressed. "Your very humble servant, Mr. Carvel. 'Tis in faith a privilege to be able to serve a gentleman."
Strickland, sir." "Ay! ay! The clergyman's wife and the captain's sister. Where's the captain to-day?" "On his way to London, I should think, sir. His ship sails for China at the end of the week." China! As that one word passed the man's lips, a pang of the old sorrow struck Magdalen to the heart. Stranger as he was, she began to hate the bare mention of the merchant-captain's name.
How he got at my birth behind my tangled mat of hair and wringing linsey-woolsey I know not to this day. But he dropped his Scotch and merchant-captain's manner, and was suddenly a French courtier, making me a bow that had done credit to a Richelieu. "Your servant, Mr. "Richard Carvel, of Carvel Hall, in his Majesty's province of Maryland." He seemed sufficiently impressed.
All his friends, even his wife herself, might read a report of the marriage of Mr. James Smith without having the slightest suspicion of who the bridegroom really was. A fortnight after the paying off of the crew he was married to the merchant-captain's daughter.
In her home, and in her person, she was little less elegant than a countess; yet nothing more than a merchant-captain's wife; and she reared that commander's children in a suburban villa, with the manners which adorn a palace. When they happen to be there. She had a bugbear; Slang.
How he got at my birth behind my tangled mat of hair and wringing linsey-woolsey I know not to this day. But he dropped his Scotch and merchant-captain's manner, and was suddenly a French courtier, making me a bow that had done credit to a Richelieu. "Your servant, Mr. "Richard Carvel, of Carvel Hall, in his Majesty's province of Maryland." He seemed sufficiently impressed.
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