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He accused Probert of being afraid of his sisters, which was an effective way and he knew it of alluding to the rigidity of the conception of the family among people who had adopted and had even to Waterlow's sense, as the phrase is, improved upon the "Latin" ideal.
Probert stare again; but it belonged to one of the reasons for which his children regarded him as an old darling that Gaston could suppose him after an instant to embrace it. The old man said nothing, but took up his book, and his son, who had been standing before the fire, went out of the room.
Probert," said the captain, "do you and Joe turn in, till first watch. I will take charge of the deck. After that, you can set regular watches again." The main-topsail was already on her and, at six o'clock, the captain had two of its reefs shaken out; and the other reef was also loosed, when Mr. Probert came up and took charge of the first watch, at eight bells.
It had been impressed on him that she was indeed wiser than he could pretend to be, and he was now mindful that he mustn't speak of the "piece in the paper" unless young Probert should speak of it first. When Delia rushed down to him in the court she began by asking him categorically whom he had wished to do good to by sending Mr. Flack up to their parlour. To Francie or to her?
"I would suggest, your honour," the latter went on, "that the evidence should be taken separately in the different charges, as there is a considerable difference in the position of prisoners." Another solicitor rose. "I appear for John Turnbull and William Sims," he said, "and I would support the appeal of Mr. Probert.
"I don't know what it's a chance for." "Well, for me to be a little less miserable for a quarter of an hour. It makes me so to see you look so happy." "It makes you miserable?" Francie took it gaily but guardedly. "You ought to understand when I say something so noble." And settling himself on the sofa Mr. Flack continued: "Well, how do you get on without Mr. Probert?"
It's your father he ought to understand," said Mr. Probert. "For God's sake don't send for him let it all stop!" And Mme. de Cliche made wild gestures. Francie looked at her as she had never looked at any one in her life, and then said: "Good-bye, Mr. Probert good-bye, Susan." "Give her your arm take her to the carriage," she heard Mme. de Brecourt growl to her husband.
It was fatuous to miss so little the fine perceptions one didn't have: so far from its showing experience it showed a sad simplicity not to FEEL Francie Dosson. He thanked God she was just the sort of imponderable infinite quantity, such as there were no stupid terms for, that he did feel. "And what else is she worth?" Mr. Probert asked after a momentary hesitation. "How do you mean, what else?"
But he was patient and ruminant; young Probert grew to like him and tried to invent amusements for him; took him to see the great markets, the sewers and the Bank of France, and put him, with the lushest disinterestedness, in the way of acquiring a beautiful pair of horses, which Mr.
A strange, inarticulate sound, a chorus of amazement and mirth, came from the others when she said she thought they'd like it; and indeed poor Francie was far from being able to measure the droll effect of that speech. "Like it LIKE IT?" said Mr. Probert, staring at her as if a little afraid of her. "What do you mean? She admits she admits!" Mme. de Cliche exulted to her sister.
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