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The place was the deck of the "Elijah Pogram," one of Carr & Co.'s celebrated Liverpool liners, and the time, the dog-watches of a gusty April night; the latitude and longitude, anywhere west of Greenwich and north of the line that is not inconsistent with blue water. The question was asked, not so much from a laudable desire of obtaining information as to set the captain talking.
Elijah Pogram and the Three Literary Ladies "How Pogram got out of his depth instantly, and how the Three L.L.'s were never in theirs, is a piece of history not worth recording. Suffice it that, being all four out of their depths and all unable to swim, they splashed up words in all directions, and floundered about famously.
When he falls I shall return, and perhaps it may be sooner than folk think. 'These doings in the West have indeed stirred up much ill-feeling all over the country, said my companion. 'On all hands I hear that there is more hatred of the King and of his ministers than before the outbreak. What ho, Captain Pogram, this way! We have settled the matter, and my friend is willing to go.
Mr Pogram bowed to the Colonel individually, and then resumed. 'Your approbation of My labours in the common cause goes to My heart. At all times and in all places; in the ladies' ordinary, My friends, and in the Battle Field 'Good, very good! Hear him! Hear him! said the Colonel. 'The name of Pogram will be proud to jine you.
His gaze passed at once from Felix and Mr. Pogram, who were in advance, to Derek; and the dumb soul seemed suddenly to look through, as one may see all there is of spirit in a dog reach out to its master.
"I say, do you think no hand himself, surely no real hand himself?" Felix shook his head violently. If the thought had once or twice occurred to him, he repudiated it with all his force when shaped by another's mouth and such a mouth, so wide and rubbery! "No, no! Strange boy! Extravagant sense of honour too sensitive, that's all!" "Quite so," murmured Mr. Pogram soothingly. "These young people!
He rose when they were introduced, and, uncrossing his fat little thighs, asked what he could do for them. Felix propounded the story of the arrest, so far as might be, in words of one syllable, avoiding the sentimental aspect of the question, and finding it hard to be on the side of disorder, as any modern writer might. There was something, however, about Mr. Pogram that reassured him.
Porter of Worcester. Quite so." And a conviction that Mr. Pogram thought they should have been Messrs. Pogram & Collet of Transham confirmed in Felix the feeling that they had come to the right man. "I gather," Mr. Pogram said, and he looked at Nedda with a glance from which he obviously tried to remove all earthly desires, "that you, sir, and your nephew wish to go and see the man. Mrs.
The gentleman under the umbrella put his right forefinger to his eyebrow, as if he were revolving schemes of state. 'That is Elijah Pogram, is it? said Martin. 'Yes, sir, replied the other. 'That is Elijah Pogram. 'Dear me! said Martin. 'I am astonished. But he had not the least idea who this Elijah Pogram was; having never heard the name in all his life.
We live in a queer age, Mr. Freeland. All sorts of ideas about, nowadays. Young men like that better in the army safe in the army. No ideas there!" "What happens now?" said Felix. "Wait!" said Mr. Pogram. "Nothing else for it wait. Three months twiddle his thumbs. Bad system! Rotten!" "And suppose in the end he's proved innocent?" Mr. Pogram shook his little round head, whose ears were very red.
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