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The quantity manufactured every day was so great that the toil of making it fell heavily upon them; but as Mrs. Redburn did not complain, Katy was too proud to do so though her wrists and shoulders pained her severely every night after the work was done. This toil weighed heavily on Katy's rather feeble constitution; but all her mother could say would not induce her to abandon the work.
"I have nothing to say," replied Anita, a sad, sweet smile playing over her features. "I have been too much taken up with the music to think of talking." "But, you are seldom talkative." "So brother used to tell me. He said I had lost my heart, and tongue." Redburn was drumming on the window-casing with his fingers; a sort of lonely tattoo it was. "You seemed to be much interested in the outlaw.
We all looked forward with some impatience to the occasion which would enroll him among us, but I am greatly mistaken if Jack Redburn and myself were not by many degrees the most impatient of the party. At length the night came, and a few minutes after ten Mr. Pickwick's knock was heard at the street-door.
He took down his rifle and belt from the wall, buckled on the latter, and half an hour later left the "pocket." That was a day of days to Harry Redburn. He rambled about the picturesque little valley, romped on the luxuriant grass and gathered wild flowers, alternately. All efforts to engage Anita in conversation proved fruitless.
The house being in Holland Park they had not far to go; and just as they were driving up to the door a young man, slight, sandy-haired and stooping, got out of a hansom and crossed the pavement. "By Jove!" said Lavender, "there is Redburn, I did not know he knew Mrs. Lorraine and her mother. That is Lord Arthur Redburn, Sheila: mind, if you should talk to him, not to call him 'my lord."
Redburn sighed deeply at the mention of her native city, and a thousand memories of the past flitted before her. Katy broke the seal, and as this letter contained some very important information, my young readers may look over her shoulder while she reads it. It was as follows: Liverpool, Nov. 13, 1845.
You need not be low and vile because others are." "I guess you are right, mother." "You know what the Bible says: 'If thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink, for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head." "I won't say a word, mother, whatever they say to me. I'll be as meek as Moses." "I hope you will not be gone long," added Mrs. Redburn.
Walsingham Nix, the hump-backed, bow-legged explorer and prospecter hobbled after him, using his staff for support. He had heard the scream, but years' experience among the "gals" taught him that a feminine shriek rarely, if ever, meant anything. Redburn arrived at the cabin in a few flying bounds, and leaped into the kitchen.
Gordon, as she drew the little candy merchant to her side, and warmly embraced her. "Your mother, Katy, is my sister, I have scarcely a doubt." "Why, mother! Is it possible?" exclaimed Grace. "It is even so. Mrs. Redburn, whose name we have often heard mentioned without thinking it might be the wife of John Redburn, my father's clerk, is my sister.
He knew that the sister of Ned Harris had a secret; was this Fearless Frank in any way connected with it, and if so, how? "Do you know her?" "Her other name is " "Harris Anita Harris, in full. Do you know her, or aught of her?" "I I I did, once!" was the slow reply. "Where is she; I want to see her?" Redburn took a moment to consider.
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