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"The union did not do what it promised in the Scarboro strike," interposed Dennison, curtly. "Oh, we all know where you are, Frank Dennison," said the girl, with a soft roll of her blue eyes. "Besides, it's easy to talk when you aren't hit. Your wages aren't cut. But here is George May here, he's in a different box." "He's got nobody dependent on him, anyway," said Flynn.
Miss Spurr, the daughter of a Scarboro lawyer, commenced her art studies with Mr. E. H. Holder, in the winter painting dead birds, fruit, and other natural objects, and in summer spending her time on the coast or in the woods or about Rievaulx Abbey. Any remaining time to be filled up was occupied by attending the Scarboro School of Art under the instruction of Mr. Strange.
"All right. You wait. You'll be sorry." "Now, don't threaten me any more," I returned. "I hope this voyage will do you some good. I think you'll learn something before the Scarboro reaches New Bedford again. We'll hope so, anyway." He only snarled at me as I passed on. I had just as little to do with him as possible while I remained aboard the bark.
By the time he reached Scarboro he had arranged everything in his mind. It was to be a short and exceedingly satisfactory interview and he would be able to catch the afternoon express back to London. He pictured Miss O'Connell as being marvellously improved by her gentle surroundings and eager to continue in them. He was sure he would have a most satisfactory report to make to the Chief Executor.
"And it had been there waiting for you for some time?" "'Twas as yellow as saffron. They didn't know where I lived when I was to home. And I had been 'round the world in the Scarboro, too." "And the letter was from Bolderhead?" I asked, slowly. "No. That was the funny part of it," said Tom. I awoke again and once more felt a thrill of excitement in my veins. I watched the old fellow jealously.
There were the huge white letters as she paid off a bit and I could see part of her run and broadside. I couldn't be mistaken, and suddenly I broke out with a loud cheer, for I could read the two painted lines: SCARBORO New Bedford I yelled to Pedro and then sprang up, tied a handkerchief to an oar and waved it frantically.
Montgomery Hawkes glanced at his appointments for the following day and found the entry: "Mrs. Chichester, Scarboro in re Margaret O'Connell." He accordingly sent a telegram to Mrs. Chichester, acquainting her with the pleasant news that she might expect that distinguished lawyer on July 1, to render an account of her stewardship of the Irish agitator's child.
Or, at least knows something about him," I added, as I remembered how very little Tom Anderly really knew about the man who had been picked up in the fog off Bolderhead Neck. "I'd like to see that feller," said Tugg. "And I'd like mightily to see your Professor," said I. Tugg looked at me thoughtfully. "Got a job?" he asked. "I'm not sure that I shall wait for the Scarboro," I replied.
They selected Scarboro because both of them could play golf, and they planned that their first skirmish should be fought and won upon the golf-links of the Sleepy Hollow Country Club. But the attack did not succeed. Something went wrong. They began to fear that the lady correspondent had given them the wrong dope.
When it came up again it was still tail-end to the Scarboro and not half a mile away. There was no other whale in sight; but this was a big fellow a right whale, or baleener. After coming up it lay quietly on the water, or moving ahead very slowly. The men were eager to get after it in the boats; but Captain Rogers knew a better way than that to attack a lone whale.
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