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"Just to get a breath of your moorland air." "Well, you'll have a roughish walk over there tonight, gentlemen," said the landlord. "There's going to be a storm. And it's a stiffish way to make out at this time o'night." "Oh, we'll manage," said Breton, nonchalantly. "I know the way, and we're not afraid of a wet skin."
I went up myself three minutes ago, with some letters, that came whilst he was away, but he would not let me in. I heard him double-lock the door, and he swore terribly. I can't go up again at this time o'night for my life I dare not, sir." "Where is his own man? Has Mr. Vincent any servant here? Mr. Vincent's man!" cried Clarence; "let me see him!" "You can't, sir. Mr.
"Well your grandpa thought he'd like to have her come down, and he don't feet right well, so I sent Watkins up; but you'd better go to bed, Flidda; you'll catch cold if you sit up o'night." Fleda was unsatisfied, the more because Cynthy would not meet the keen searching look with which the little girl tried to read her face.
At midnight, when all was silent his portmanteau under his arm booted, spurred, and ready for travel Ralph descended to the lower story, in which slept the chief servant of the house. Cæsar was a favorite with the youth, and he had no difficulty in making himself understood. The worthy black was thunderstruck with his determination. "Ky! Mass Ralph, how you talk! what for you go dis time o'night?
Calling upon the two soldiers, he informed them that urgent necessity required his immediate presence somewhere in the rear of the house. "Come, wake up here, Phil," roared the soldier who was awake; "the fellow here says he must step out; cuss these Yankees; no better edication than to be gettin' up on nateral necessities at this time o'night. It ain't nateral; its unnateral.
Beyond, the broken lights of the town stood out more clearly as the schooner crept slowly over the dark water towards her berth. "Fine night, cap'n," said the watchman, as the schooner came gently alongside the quay. The skipper grunted assent. He was peering anxiously at the quay. "It's too late," said the mate. "You couldn't expect her this time o'night. It's ten o'clock."
But Weston was not there. And in our valley, when a man is not at home o'night he should be at the store, else there is a mystery to be solved. To solve this one I stopped on the tavern steps, leaned against a pillar, and gazed through the dozing village. At the head of the street where our house stood a bright light burned. There Tim was and there I should be also.
Well she may, she walked for two hours this morning over hills and cliffs and through pine woods and along the beach. I guess I'd better wake her up and get her to go to bed as the properer thing to do at this time o'night, viz. 11. My golf this afternoon was too bad to confess. But I must say that a 650 and a 730 yard hole argues the audacity of some fellow and the despair of many more.
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