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The daughter showed Lady Sinclair a well in the midst of a small bog, of great depth, into which, like Thurtell and Probert, they used to thrust the bodies of their victims till they had an opportunity of burying them. Lady Sinclair stooped to taste the water, but the young woman said, with a strong expression of horror, "You would not drink it?"
If he really knew anything he ought to know at least who Mr. Probert was; and she spoke as if it would be in the natural course that as soon as he should find out he would put it for them somehow into his paper. Mr.
"Do you want to stay right here in Europe, father?" Francie said with her small sweet weariness. "It depends on what you mean by staying right here. I want to go right home SOME time." "Well then you've got to go without Mr. Probert," Delia made answer with decision. "If you think he wants to live over there "
"Leave the guns, lads, and repair damages!" the captain shouted. "Throw off the throat halliards of the spanker, get her down, and send a hand up to reef a fresh rope through the blocks, Mr. Probert. "Joe, take eight men with you, and stow away the topsail. Send the broken yard down. "Carpenter, see if you have got a light spar that will do, instead of it.
"I thought it was you, Mister Repton, when I saw you run down to the boat," Joe Lockett said, as he shook hands with Bob. "I am glad to see you again, Joe, and I am glad to hear you are first mate now; though of course, I am sorry for Mr. Probert." "Yes, a bad job for him, a very bad job; but it won't be so bad, in his case, as in some.
Flack held up his head. They stood looking at each other across the large room. "Well then I ain't. There!" "That's all right," he said as he went out. When Gaston Probert came that evening he was received by Dosson and Delia, and when he asked where Francie might be was told by the latter that she would show herself in half an hour.
"Ah malheureux, you're lost!" the painter had exclaimed in answer to this, and without even taking the trouble to explain his ominous speech. Gaston Probert however had not been frightened by it, and he continued to be thankful for the sensitive plate that nature had lodged in his brain and that culture had brought to so high a polish.
Probert said, "that to call you a meddlesome old fox was abusive, although nothing like so abusive as to call a man a loafing young scoundrel. Now as to the threats." "He said that I would be brought home one of these days with a bullet in my body." "That is purely a matter of prophecy, Mr. Faulkner, and not a threat, unless he intended you to understand that it was he who would fire the bullet.
"Have you any questions to ask the witness, Mr. Faulkner?" the chairman asked. "You do not think it likely, I suppose, that the prisoner could have intended himself to tumble into the fire?" "I should think it very unlikely." Mr. Faulkner sat down, and Mr. Probert rose. "You think it very unlikely, Captain Downes, that Mr.
He had also such nice inconsistent feelings, such irrepressible indulgences, such humorous deviations, and they would ease everything off. He was in short an old darling, and with an old darling in the long run one was always safe. When they reached the house in the Cours la Reine Mr. Probert said: "I think you told me you're dining out." "Yes, with our friends."
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