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Have a nice bit of breakfast ready for him, Alick, my lad, and for his wife and bairns too, if he has any hot coffee and cakes, and a bit of meat, and any thing else you like; they'll be glad of it after crossing over here. So we made our little preparations, and waited very anxiously indeed for Monday's Steamer.
I like your industry, and will certainly reward it as you shall direct. My time is much engrossed. My health perfectly good. You say nothing of yours; but your industry is a good omen. You can write to me by Monday's stage, directed to be forwarded to me from Rhinebeck. I shall be then at Kingston. Much love to the smiling little girl. I received her letter, but not the pretty things.
Reuben ran to his pantry, and came back with a tankard of wine, which he offered to the visitor with tremulous respect, almost ready to kneel. "Our best Burgundy, my lord. Your lordship must be dry after your long ride; and if your lordship would care to sup, there is good picking on last Monday's chine, and a capon from madam's supper scarce touched with the carving-knife."
Jane began her next day's work by calling on her Edinburgh acquaintances, and then went to the registry offices; but Monday's inquiries were no more successful than Saturday's; so she dropped her letter in the post, and felt as many people, especially women, do when an important missive has left them for ever to go to the hands to which it is addressed.
'Monday's good, replied Jack; 'draw Thorney Gorse sure find; second draw, Barnlow Woods, and home by Loxley, Padmore, and so on. 'What sort of a place is Tuesday? 'Tuesday? repeated Jack. 'Tuesday! Oh, that's the cross-roads.
In the Sunday papers a brief notice of the sudden death of Sir James Peel Edgerton, the famous K.C., had appeared. Monday's paper dealt appreciatively with the dead man's career. The exact manner of his sudden death was never made public. Tommy had been right in his forecast of the situation. It had been a one-man show. Deprived of their chief, the organization fell to pieces.
"I will look into Miss Postlethwaite's case more particularly," were his parting words. And with this one gleam of comfort I had to be content. Monday's interview was a brief one and contained nothing worth repeating. Mrs.
You might reckon, I dare say, on five-and-thirty shillings a week." "What is the day for collecting?" "Mondays; but there's lots of 'em you'd have to look up several times in a week. If you like I'll go round myself on Tuesday Easter Monday's no good and you can come with me." "I will go, by all means," exclaimed Waymark Talk continued for some half-hour.
The Monday's market is filled with quaint countryfolk, bringing in baskets of fruit and wearing the upper garment of red cotton and the large white girdle and turban. At El Matra live most of the richest merchants, and it is the point from which all the caravan roads into the interior start; it, too, has a Portuguese castle, and presents a much more alluring frontage than Maskat.
The rain continued, accompanied with lightning and thunder, during the entire day, so that Monday's sun was indeed welcome; and with kind farewells on all sides I broke camp and descended the current with the now almost continuous raft of drift- wood. For several hours a sewing-machine repair-shop and a photographic gallery floated with me.
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