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Besides " She paused; the color swept to her cheek. "Besides you. Yes, yes," grumbled Pringle. "Might have been expected. These women! Does the Foy-boy know?" "He knows that Lisner wanted to marry me," said Stella. Neck and cheek were crimson now; but it was characteristic that her level eyes met Pringle's fearlessly. "But before that he he persecuted me, John. Chris must not know.
Wynne had been to see her to renew his offer of assistance and counsel in any plan she might have for the future and she had spent an hour with the good doctor and his wife. The dreaded invitation from Mrs. Hubbard had duly arrived and had turned out to be for dinner, an extraordinary honor. Nora had accepted it entirely on Miss Pringle's account. Mrs.
"It may be sae, but he wasna a teeger for a' that," retorted Black. "D'ee know, sir," he continued, turning to McTavish, "that Mr Pringle's been askin' for 'ee?" "No, Sandy, but now that you've told me I'll go to his tent." So saying the Highlander rose and went out, to attend a council of "heads of families."
"Yes, sir," came back sharply, and the lawyer frowned, turned round, and went out once more. The outer door had not closed a minute before the inner one opened, and Pringle's head appeared, but with its owner evidently on the alert, and ready to snatch it back again. "Good-bye! Bless you!" he said aloud. "Pray take care of yourself, sir.
He read to me something last night which he has just composed, and which bears some resemblance to it. Listen: "There I can't remember the rest of it," said Considine, "and I'm not even sure that what I've quoted is correct, but you see Mr Pringle's mind has jumped before mine, and higher." "Man, it's no' that bad," observed Black, with emphasis.
And then True Blue told Harry that Mrs Ogle could put him up, and would be right glad to do so; and then that he could take Sam to Mrs Pringle's, so that they should have him always to play to them; which were very pleasant arrangements, and seemed to give infinite satisfaction to all parties concerned.
"Don't mention it," said Jack; "the admiral's the man as'd lend any body a helping hand in case of distress like the present; and I'll pledge my word Jack Pringle's too, as that he'll do what's right, and give up his turn to Mr. Henry Bannerworth; cause you see he can have his turn arterwards, you know it's only waiting awhile." "That's all," said Sir Francis.
I'll have a look at them first." She went over to the table and picked up Miss Pringle's letter and opened it. After reading a few lines, she gave a little cry. "Oh!" "What's the matter?" asked Marsh. "What can she mean? Listen! 'I've just heard from Mr. Wynne about your good luck and I'm glad to say I have another piece of good news for you." Dropping the letter, she tore open the other.
"Well, what do you know about that!" exclaimed Uncle Henry, his face aglow. "About what, Uncle?" "Why, Ezry Pringle's dead." "Who's Ezry Pringle?" Gilbert asked, feigning an interest he did not feel. "A friend o' mine. Only seventy years old, too. He was right in the prime of life." Gilbert smiled. "What's that paper you're reading?" "The Bangor Daily Commercial, printed at Bangor, Maine.
When he got there, he found a good many men in the house, mostly seamen, drinking and smoking in the bar. However, he passed on, and went up into the room where his old shipmate was in bed. He sat talking to him for some time, and then he gave him Mrs Pringle's message, and told him that, as she had a spare room, he must come up there and stay till he was well.
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