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Like the last it is only a flesh wound, though it is rather worse, for I expect that I shall have to go about with a stiff neck for some weeks to come, and it is disgusting being laid up in the middle of an affair like this. Have we lost many fellows?" "No. Scobell is the only officer killed. Hunter, Groves and Parkinson are wounded Parkinson, they say, seriously.
And theft there is counted no great crime at all. Thence to Mr. Rawlinson's, having met my old friend Dick Scobell, and there I drank a great deal with him, and so home and to bed betimes, my head aching. 9th. To my Lord's with Mr. Blackburne. To whom I did make known my fears of Will's losing of his time, which he will take care to give him good advice about. Afterwards to my Lord's and Mr.
He gave a spirited imitation of a European princess objecting to the shape of her selected husband's nose. "It isn't very romantic, Bennie," sighed Miss Scobell. She was a confirmed reader of the more sentimental class of fiction, and this business-like treatment of love's young dream jarred upon her. "It's founding a dynasty. Isn't that romantic enough for you? You make me tired, Marion."
On June 6th the British had a little luck at last, for on that date Scobell and Lukin in the Barkly East district surprised a laager and took twenty prisoners, 166 horses, and much of the Jamestown loot. On the same day Windham treated Van Reenen in a similar rough fashion near Steynsburg, and took twenty-two prisoners.
And now, tell me, what do you think of our little journal?" "Well aren't you asking for trouble? Isn't the proprietor ?" Smith waved his hand airily. "Dismiss him from your mind," he said. "He is a gentleman of the name of Benjamin Scobell, who " "Benjamin Scobell!" "Who lives in Europe and never sees the paper. I happen to know that he is anxious to get rid of it.
"It is an island principality in the Mediterranean, Your High " "For goodness' sake, old man, don't keep calling me 'Your Highness. It may be fun to you, but it makes me feel a perfect ass. Let me get into the thing gradually." Mr. Crump felt in his pocket. "Mr. Scobell," he said, producing a roll of bills, "entrusted me with money to defray any expenses "
She was one of those women whom nature seems to have produced with the object of attaching them to some man in a peculiar position of independent dependence, and who defy the imagination to picture them in any other condition whatsoever. One could not see Miss Scobell doing anything but pour out her brother's coffee, darn his socks, and sit placidly by while he talked.
He exerted himself to find material for conversation. "Tell me," he said, "what you said about Mr. Scobell, was that true? About his being ill in bed?" Mr. Parker did not answer, but a wintry smile flittered across his face. "It was not?" said John. "Well, I'm glad of that. I don't wish Mr. Scobell any harm." Mr. Parker looked at him doubtfully. "Say, why are you in this game at all?" he said.
Crump obliged once more. A gleam of intelligence came into the President's dull eye. He nodded once or twice. He talked volubly in French to Mr. Crump, who responded in the same tongue. "The idea seems to strike him, sir," said Mr. Crump. "It ought to, if he isn't a clam," replied Mr. Scobell.
"I guess I can settle my affairs all right. I've only got to pack a grip and tip the bell hops. And as Scobell seems to be financing this show, perhaps it's up to me to step lively if he wants it. But it's a pity. I was just beginning to like this place. There is generally something doing along the White Way after twilight, Crump." The gravity of Mr.
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