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"Cap'n Peatr Quilliam, that's it sartenly, Lm Cottig yes, it must be right," he said, taking the parcel gingerly. Then with a prolonged "O o!" shutting his eyes and nodding his head, "I know a bit of a present from the mother to the lil one. Wonderful thoughtful a woman is about a baby when she's a mother, Mr. Kelly."
"A nice fair wind, though, if anybody was going by the packet to Liverpool. Was it as good, think you, for the mistress on Friday night, Mr. Quilliam?" "I'll gallantee," said Pete. "Plucky, though I wouldn't have thought it of the same woman I wouldn't raelly," said Jonaique. "Alone, too, and landing on the other side so early in the morning," said John the Clerk. "Smart, uncommon!
The clock struck seven inside the house, and Pete, pipe in hand, swung over to the gate. No need to-night to watch for the postman's peak, no need to trace his toes. "A letter for you, Mr. Quilliam." Hearing these words, Pete, his eyes half shut as if dosing in the sunset, wakened himself with a look of astonishment. "What? For me, is it? A letter, you say?
I may save him some worry." She fixed her glasses and drew out the letter. It was a summons from the Chancery Division of the High Court of Justice a petition for divorce. The petitioner's name was Peter Quilliam; the respondent , the co respondent .
"So it seems," said Philip, and Kate laughed a little, and that was all the work of his evening, and the whole result of his errand. Cæsar was waiting for him in the porch. His face was white, and it twitched visibly. It was plain to see that the natural man was fighting in Cæsar. "Mr. Christian, sir," said he, "are you the gentleman that came here to speak to me for Peter Quilliam?"
Pete got landed somehow, but his Nickey with half the fleet turned tail and went round the island. As he leapt ashore, the helpless harbour-master, who had been bellowing over the babel through a cracked trumpet, turned to him and said, "For the Lord's sake, Capt'n Quilliam, if you've got a friend that can lend us a hand, go off to the meeting at seven o'clock."
At length Cæsar seized his opportunity and said, "And now Brother Quilliam will give us his experience." Pete rose from Kate's side with tearful eyes amid a babel of jubilation, most of it facetious. "Be of good cheer, Peter, be not afraid." "I've not much to tell," said Pete "only a story of backsliding. Before I earned enough to carry me up country, I worked a month at Cape Town with the boats.
Cæsar stopped in front of him, moved his lips, lifted his face to the sky, shut both eyes, then opened them again, and said in a voice of deep sorrow, "Aw, Thomas! Thomas Quilliam! I'm taking grief to see thee, man. An ould friend, whose hand has rested in my hand, and swilling the floor of a prison! Well, I warned thee often. But thou wast ever stony ground, Thomas.
You don't know where she is. She has gone the way of all sinners," said Cæsar. "Is that what you're coming to tell me?" said Pete. "No; we're coming to tell you," said Cæsar, "that, as a notorious loose liver, we must be putting her out of class. And we're coming to call on yourself to look to your own salvation. You've deceaved us, Mr. Quilliam.
Though the man was repugnant to her, she saluted him cheerfully. "Fine day, Mr. Quilliam." "It was doing a fine day, ma'am, but the bees is coming home," said Tom. He glowered at her as at a scout of the enemy, but she did not mind that. She was very happy. The sun was still shining. On reaching the top of the brow, she began to skip and run where the road descends by Folieu.
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