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Updated: May 23, 2025
Nearly every inch of wall-space was covered with book-shelves. Only one space, above the mantelpiece, was uncovered, and there hung what was even dearer than the books. It was an oil painting of his father. Robert Nancarrow looked at it long and steadily, and as he did so his eyes became moist. "Dear old father!" he murmured; "the noblest man that ever breathed." It was a fine face he saw.
"By George, he talks like an Englishman, anyhow!" said the puzzled sergeant; "and I did hear some talk three days ago about a Lieutenant Nancarrow giving the alarm to his own soldiers at the risk of his own life; anyhow, we've got him." Hours later Bob found himself in the presence of his own superior officers.
'I mean it, Mr. Bunce. I've got two hundred and fifty pounds at all events I can have, whenever I like. He gazed again, wondering at her tone. 'Now I see you don't believe me, so I shall have to explain. She told him the story of her legacy, only forbearing to speak of the condition attached to it. 'Will you let me lend it you, Mr. Bunce? 'No, I'm sure I shan't, Miss Nancarrow.
"Bob, my boy, you've played a great game. I congratulate you." "A very fine game, Nancarrow," said Trevanion, who, like the sportsman he was, had got over his disappointment. "You played the last fourteen holes like a book." "Pardon me," said a voice, "I hope I shall not be considered to indrude, but may I alzo congratulate you, sir.
How many aching hearts are there because of this business? Yes, Nancarrow, you were right, war was born in hell, but we must see it through." When they landed on French soil, they were received with great jubilation. "Vive les anglais!" was the cry on every hand.
Nancarrow had steered his life. Indeed, during his Oxford days he often declared that the Quakers were nearer to the ideal of Christianity than any other body. "My father was logical at all events," he often reflected, "and as a consequence his life was a benediction. On the other hand, religion among most people, whether churchmen or nonconformists, seems to mean nothing.
These he did up carefully into three bales, and had them ready at the gate by six o'clock on the following morning, when Pete Nancarrow, the carrier between Helleston and Penzance, passed with his pack-ponies. "You're to deliver these to the woman's own cottage over to Porthleven," was his order, conveyed by old Malachi.
Your children is gone out with Miss Nancarrow as far as the butcher's. They won't be more than five minutes, I was to say, if you came in. 'Thank you, Mrs. Ladds, Bunce replied briefly. He came in and closed the door. 'That's a new thing, he said, as if doubtful whether to be satisfied or not. 'I hope she won't begin taking 'em about. Still, she isn't a bad lot, that girl.
'Why on earth should I ask her to do such a thing? inquired Bunce, laying down his pipe on the grass; it had gone out since Totty's passing. He looked at his son with bent brows, and rather fiercely. 'Well, I know I'd like her to, and so would Nelly. I can get on with Miss Nancarrow, 'cause she's got so much sense. I don't think much of other women.
'I say, Miss Nancarrow, remarked Jack, 'I don't half-like going to a new house. I can't see what father wants to move for; we're well enough off here. 'Why don't you want to go? 'Well, there's a good many things. I shouldn't mind so much, you know, if you was coming as well. Again she laughed. 'That's as much as to say, Jack, you'll be sorry when there's no jam. It isn't me, not it!
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