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These were a common glass bottle, and Miss Rolleston's life-preserving jacket, that served her for a couch. He drew this garment over his knees and considered it attentively; then untwisted the brass nozzle through which the jacket was inflated, and so left a tube, some nine inches in length, hanging down from the neck of the garment.
Fortunately, General Rolleston's gardener had just turned him off; so he offered the post to his eloquent correspondent, remarking that he did not much mind employing a ticket-of-leave man himself, though he was resolved to protect his neighbors from their relapses. The convict then came to General Rolleston, and begged leave to enter on his duties under the name of James Seaton.
He asked General Rolleston to examine the writing casefully, and tell him was that Miss Rolleston's handwriting. The general shook his head sorrowfully. "No," said he; "it is nothing like my child's hand." "Why, all the better," said Captain Moreland; "the lady has got somebody about her who knows a thing or two.
Meantime, Miss Rolleston's lady's maid, Wilson, fell in love with him after her fashion; she had taken a fancy to his face at once, and he had encouraged her a little, unintentionally; for he brought the nosegays to her, and listened complacently to her gossip, for the sake of the few words she let fall now and then about her young mistress.
'But, I say, protests Rolleston, 'I'm not joking; I give you my word I'm not. I do live here. Why, I've just come back from school, and I can't get in. 'Pretty school you come from! growls the policeman; ''andles on to your lesson books, if I knows anything. 'Ere, out you go! Rolleston's fear increases. 'I won't!
Accordingly they made themselves very busy screening the east side of Miss Rolleston's new abode with the foresail, and fastened a loop and drove a nail into the tree, and looped the sail to it, then suddenly bade her good-night in cheerful tones, and were gone in a moment, leaving her to her repose, as they imagined.
Wardlaw must pass that way on leaving General Rolleston's house. At a bend of the lane two twin elms stood out a foot or two from the hedge. Seaton got behind these at about ten o'clock and watched for him with a patience and immobility that boded ill. His preparations for this encounter were singular.
No doubt she would stand her friend, and be, as ever, generous and sympathetic. But, at the first outset, no icicle could be brighter and colder than Miss Rolleston's manner, who kept her communication at arm's-length, as it were, and refused to see any hardship in paying a filial visit for a week or two. "My dear Bluebell, you are really too childish.
General Rolleston's eye followed her movements, and he observed the water in one of the basins was rather red. "What!" said he, "has she had an accident; cut her finger?" "No, sir," said Wilson. "Her nose been bleeding, then?" "No, sir. "Not from her finger nor ? Let me look." He examined the basin narrowly, and his countenance fell. "Good Heavens!" said he.
"Captain Du Meresq is quite safe," said she, bitterly. She had looked at the moment when Bertie stretched out his arm for Cecil's hand, and was carrying it to his lips. Mrs. Rolleston's raptures were too oppressive just then. Bluebell felt thankful to hear a slight disturbance, which betokened that the Colonel had returned.
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