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When the lower bay was occupied, on the 8th of June, our attacking vessels were only the naval unprotected cruiser Marblehead and the auxiliary cruiser Yankee, the former of which was with the Flying Squadron during its passage from Cienfuegos to Santiago, and throughout the subsequent proceedings up to Sampson's arrival off the latter port.
Tim was to be a good boy, and some day they would come and see him again. Then Nurse Sampson's plaid shawl was wrapped about little Jo, and pinned close over her rags to keep out the cold of Christmas Eve; and the bell rang presently; and she was taken out into the bright, warm car, and tucked up in a corner, where she slept all the hour that they were steaming over the road.
Pauline remarked on the likeness at once. "Except for the dark eyes, it might be your portrait, Miss Merivale." Rose had been glancing from the portrait to Rhoda. "Aunt Lucy, your mother's eyes are exactly the same colour as Miss Sampson's." Pauline, who was standing by Miss Merivale, felt her start violently. "I had not noticed, dear," she said, without looking at Rhoda.
"Are you alone?" went on Sampson's penetrating voice, colder now. "Yes," replied Sally. The door swung inward with a swift scrape and jar. Sampson half entered, haggard, flaming-eyed. His leveled gun did not have to move an inch to cover me. Behind him I saw Wright and indistinctly, another man. "Well!" gasped Sampson. He showed amazement. "Hands up, Russ!"
Mac-Morlan, to whom, as well as to others, her husband intimated that he had engaged Dominie Sampson's assistance to disentangle some perplexed accounts, during which occupation he would, for convenience sake, reside with the family. Mr.
The justice of that call doesn't bother me. It was Steele's nerve that got me. That'd warm any man's blood." There was a little red in Hoden's pale cheeks and I saw him swallow hard. I had struck deep again. "Say, don't you work for Sampson?" he queried. "Me? I guess not. I'm Miss Sampson's man. He and Wright have tried to fire me many a time." "Thet so?" he said curiously. "What for?"
Victorious so far, Mr. Hardie had still one pressing anxiety: Dr. Sampson's placard: this had been renewed, and stared him everywhere in the face. Every copy of it he encountered made him shiver. If he had been a man of impulse, he would have torn it down wherever he saw it; but he knew that would not do.
The idea that it could have done any serious damage to Admiral Sampson's fleet seems absolutely ludicrous when one has explored the interior of it and taken stock of its antiquated, not to say obsolete and useless, armament.
Her clinging hold then made me feel perhaps a little of what Miss Sampson's must have been to Steele. How different the feeling when it was mine! I could have thrust them apart, after all my schemes and tricks, to throw them together, in vague, undefined fear of their embrace. Still, when love beat at my own pulses, when Sally's soft hand held me tight and she leaned to me that was different.
The lamp had not yet been lit. She heard a voice: "Who's that?" She looked up and saw her mother, a little, slender figure, standing at the turn of the stairs holding in her hand a lighted candle. "It's I, mother, Joan. I've just come from Gladys Sampson's." "Oh! I thought it would be Falk. You didn't pass Falk on your way?" "No, mother dear."
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