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Transom was inordinately fond. Her chatter was interrupted at length with some abruptness. "I suppose," said 'Lizabeth meditatively, "you was pretty, once." Mrs. Transom, with her hand on the bottle, stared, and then tittered. "Lud! my dear, you ain't over-complimentary. Yes, pretty I was, though I say it." "We ain't neither of us pretty now you especially."
Bob stood regarding them, his hands in his pockets. "Yes," he said at length, "I think you will. There's a pair of you." And he could never be persuaded to explain this utterance. But it is to be feared that the thought underlying it was one not over-complimentary to the happy lovers. And Bob knew them both very well. An End and a Beginning.
I'm afraid I wasn't over-complimentary at the moment, but I've had time since to appreciate her tact and presence of mind. I'm going over to thank her to-morrow." "Who was it?" growled Sir Beverley suspiciously. "Not that little white owl, Mrs. Lorimer?" "Mrs. Lorimer! Great Scott, no! She'd have squealed and run to the Reverend Stephen for protection. No, this was a woman, not an owl.
'Says the female smuggler; and then gave up in despair; and watched in a dreamy, tired, half-sad mood, the everlasting sparkle of the water as our bows threw it gently off in sheets of flame and 'tender curving lines of creamy' fire, that ran along the glassy surface, and seemed to awaken the sea for yards round into glittering life, as countless diamonds, and emeralds, and topazes, leaped and ran and dived round us, while we slipped slowly by; and then a speck of light would show far off in the blank darkness, and another, and another, and slide slowly up to us shoals of medusae, every one of them a heaving globe of flame; and some unseen guillemot would give a startled squeak, or a shearwater close above our heads suddenly stopped the yarn, and raised a titter among the men, by his ridiculously articulate, and not over-complimentary, cry; and then a fox's bark from the cliffs came wild and shrill, although so faint and distant; or the lazy gaff gave a sad uneasy creak; and then a soft warm air, laden with heather honey, and fragrant odours of sedge, and birch, and oak, came sighing from the land; while all around us was the dense blank of the night, except where now and then some lonely gleam through the southern clouds showed the cliff-tops on our right.
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