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"This way!" he said, and seizing the animal by the bit he led horse and rider into a black, gaping fissure in one side of the canyon, that had hitherto escaped Redburn's notice. It was a large, narrow, subterranean passage, barely large enough to admit the horse and rider. Redburn soon was forced to dismount and bring up the rear.
The ingenuous self-love of Lord Arthur Redburn, M.P., was severely wounded by the notion that, after all, he had been made a cat's-paw of by a jealous wife.
"Where did you get this?" asked the broker. "My mother gave it to me;" and Katy told without reserve the pitiful story of want and destitution which compelled Mrs. Redburn to part with the cherished memento of the past. "I will give you three dollars for the watch," added the broker. "Come, come, sir," interposed Master Simon, with a smile; "that is a little too bad.
Swiftly progressed the game, and no one could fail to see how it was going by watching the cunning light in the gambler's eye. At last the game-card went down, and next instant, after the sharp had raked in his stakes, a cocked revolver in either hand of Ned Harris covered the hearts of the two players. "Hello!" gasped Redburn, quailing under the gaze of a cold steel tube "what's the row, now?"
Once more was a narrative of his experiences to be preserved in 'White Jacket; or, the World in a Man-of-War. Thus, of Melville's four most important books, three, 'Typee, 'Omoo, and 'White-Jacket, are directly auto biographical, and 'Moby Dick' is partially so; while the less important 'Redburn' is between the two classes in this respect.
"And now let me see what you owe me, and then well be able to square the yards, Monsieur Redburn."
'Redburn, already mentioned, succeeded 'Mardi' in the same year, and was a partial return to the author's earlier style. In 'White-Jacket; or, the World in a Man-of-War' , Melville almost regained it. This book has no equal as a picture of life aboard a sailing man-of-war, the lights and shadows of naval existence being well contrasted.
"You're a jewel and a blessing, and you're worth a dozen of the fine ladies that are too proud to lift a finger to keep their bodies from starving. Ah, it's a dreadful misfortune to be proud." "To be poor and proud," said Mrs. Redburn. "You are right, ma'am; and I am glad to see you have none of it here; for some of your neighbors used to say you were too proud to speak to them." Mrs.
NUMBER Five was near the centre of the row of little suburban houses called Redburn Road. When the cab drew up at the door Mr. Vimpany himself was visible, looking out of the window on the ground floor and yawning as he looked. Iris beckoned to him impatiently. "Anything wrong?" he asked, as he approached the door of the cab. She drew back, and silently showed him what was wrong.
Howard, and it would be wicked to reject His bounty." "Do as you please, Katy." "Some time we shall be able to pay her; and that will make it all right." Mrs. Redburn could not taste the biscuit, but Katy ate heartily. Her pride was not inflated by the remembrance of brighter days. All she had was inherited from her mother.
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