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Ronald hoped that it would not be long before he should employ his well-gained prize money in the manner his captain suggested. He cared little to which port the "Osterley" might be sent, except that he would have preferred the one at the greatest distance, which might have prolonged the voyage. Never had Ronald Morton been so happy.
She stepped to the kitchen door; and as he entered she said: "Please, sir, the duke's here." The Honourable John Ruffin showed no surprise; he only said: "Ah, he must be wanting me to do something for him. I told you that he would warm to me when he did." "Yes, sir. But, please sir, he doesn't look very warm yet," said Pollyooly doubtfully. "He never does. It runs in the family the Osterley chill.
As she had now a large crew this was rapidly done. The stranger must have seen, by the way the "Osterley" made sail, that she was strongly manned. Captain Winslow and his officers, after a long look at the former, pronounced her to be the very ship which had captured them.
"And be sure to wear your prettiest frock," the Honourable John Ruffin went on. "I think your amber silk. Osterley, for all his cantankerousness, is as susceptible as the next duke." "Oh, yes, sir: I'll wear my amber silk of course. And do you think I'd better take Millie with me so that he can actually see what she's like?" The Honourable John Ruffin hesitated, pondering the question.
Senor Gerardo, as he had called himself, at the same time paid the greatest attention to Colonel Armytage, and seemed to anticipate all his wants; indeed, no captors could have behaved with more attention to their prisoners than did the officers of "La Sybille" to the passengers of the "Osterley."
The duke was on tenterhooks, needlessly, for she bestowed a tepid kiss on Pollyooly, tapped the cheek of the Lump even more tepidly, and addressed herself peaceably to her lunch. But after a while she began to give her attention to the Lump, looking at him earnestly now and again, and blinking. Then she said: "That child reminds me of somebody, Osterley. Where did you pick him up?"
"What do you think you're doing?" "I'm taking her to the duke," said Mr. Wilkinson. "And do you suppose that Osterley will be pleased at your bringing him my housekeeper, Wilkinson? On the last occasion, when he did the kidnapping and took her home himself, he seemed very far from pleased." The puzzled look had shifted from the Honourable John Ruffin's face to that of Mr.
He conducted Mrs and Miss Armytage over the ship. "I wish that you were to accompany us in the frigate," said Mrs Armytage. "In war time we do not know what enemies we may have to encounter." "I should indeed rejoice, if my duty would allow it; but I trust that you will have no cause for alarm: the `Osterley' is said to be a fast ship, and report speaks highly of her commander, Captain Winslow."
Gentleness is rather wasted on Osterley. Be civil, of course, and be sure to address him as 'Your Grace' all the time. But be firm. Give yourself a few airs. After all, you are undoubtedly as much a red Deeping as Lady Marion; and Osterley's great grandfather was a Manchester tradesman." "Yes, sir," said Pollyooly, and her eyes began to shine.
On many accounts he was anxious not to lose sight of him, and for the present it was specially important to have him on board the "Osterley," to take her out of the harbour through the intricate passages by which he had piloted her in. At early dawn every one was astir.
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