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Updated: June 28, 2025
In imagination I measured back the distance. If George Goodfellow walked to Plymouth and back once a week, why might not I succeed in walking to Minden Cottage? Home was home. I should get counsel and comfort there; counsel from my father and comfort most assuredly from Plinny. I needed both, and in Falmouth just now there was none of either. Even Captain Branscome, who might have helped me
As we drew close the cockboat leading I glanced over my shoulder and spied Plinny leaning against the bulwarks by the starboard quarter, in the attitude of one gently enjoying the sunset scene; but at the sight of my torn shirt all her composure left her, and she came running to the accommodation ladder, where she met me with a string of agitated questions.
She bent over the urn for a moment, and then, coming to me, took my hand and drew me to the sofa. "You must be brave, Harry." "But what has happened? And how did it happen? Was was it sudden? Please tell me, Plinny!" She stroked my hand and shivered slightly, turning her face away towards the window. "We found him in the summer-house, dear.
"Did I not tell you the child would come to himself all right? A simple sedative after the fright he had. He's trembling now, poor boy. No, ma'am" he turned to Plinny, who had risen, and was coming forward solicitously; "let him sit upright for a moment, while he comes to his bearings.
Touchy as tinder she was; and if that comes of being a lady, I'm glad my Martha's more sociable." "That was Plinny Miss Plinlimmon, I mean. You didn't catch sight of my father Major Brooks?" "No, I didn't. But I stopped to pass the time o' day with the landlord of the Seven Stars Inn, a mile along the road, and there I heard about 'en. So you're Major Brooks's son?
I fetched a tight grip on my courage, walked across to the doorway, and peered into the summer-house. It was empty, and I stepped inside superstitiously avoiding, as I did so, to tread on the spot where my father's body had lain. Ann the cook so Plinny told me had found his chair overset behind him, but no other sign of a struggle.
It so happened that while I stood by my father's bedside that morning I had noticed a flag, rolled in a bundle and laid upon the chest of drawers beside his dressing-table. I concluded at once that Plinny had fetched it from the summer-house to spread over his coffin. Women know nothing about flags. Ashore, any one could hoist it, but the flag to cover a soldier's body was the flag of Union.
George Goodfellow!" "In the King's name!" Mr. Rogers shouted, making a dash to intercept him. And a moment later the two had collided, and were rolling in the dust together. I ran towards them, with Plinny brave soul! at my heels, and arrived to find Mr.
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