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"Look here, Sep," said Turner, "you are not going to pass an old schoolfellow like that." Septimus Marvin lurched onward one or two steps, with long loose strides. Then he clutched his carpet-bag with both hands and looked back at his interlocutor, with the scared eyes of a detected criminal. This gave place to the habitual gentle smile when, at last, the recognition was complete.
I'll go and wash my hands, and I must have some breakfast or I shall starve." Breakfast! Starve! At such a time as this! I looked at him in horror, and he read my thoughts and laughed. "Why, you young goose!" he exclaimed, "do you think I can afford to be miserable and have the horrors because other people suffer? Not a bit of it. I'm obliged to be well and hearty and unfeeling eh? Ah, well, Sep!
Seventeen, and grown as big as Bigley, with the consequence that I could not help thinking a good deal of what people said to me when I went in to Ripplemouth or down to the Gap. The salute I generally met was: "Why, Master Sep Duncan, you are growing quite a man." I suppose I was in appearance, but, thank goodness, I was still only a boy at heart. Plenty to see, plenty to hear.
'My full powers and commission of Regency renewed, when I went to England in 1750, and nothing to be said at Rome, for every thing there is known, and my brother, who has got no confidence of my Father, has always acted, as far as his power, against my interest. Of Charles's doings in London, no record survives in the Stuart Papers of 1750. We merely find this jotting: 'Parted ye 2d. Sep.
We two lads went on hovering about the table, peering at first one packet and then at another, feeling them up and down, and quite convincing ourselves that certain ones were a little more ornamental than others. There was no doubt about it, we felt. They were swords, pistols, and carbines. "Here, I know," I exclaimed. "Know what, Sep?" "The boxes, 250." "Well, what about 'em?"
Story is not well, and we have not our young ladies yet. Also C.P. Cranch goes to Quincy, where his wife is. So I fear you will have only William and me, and very probably his proof-sheets will retain him. I expect Cranch to come, but he is quite unwell. Yours aff., Friday, Aug. 15, '51. PROVIDENCE, Friday, Sep. 26, 1851. My dear John, This morning I received the enclosed.
"Ay, my lad; he's always there. Going over?" "Yes, Sam, when I'm rested. They're very busy now, I suppose." "Wonderful, Master Sep, wonderful. Who'd ha' thought it?" he exclaimed, sticking the mop handle on the path and resting his bare brown arms upon the wet woollen rags that formed the top. "Who'd have thought what, Sam?" "Why, as there'd be lead and silver under they slates down at the Gap.
Sep, it was over these rocks, against that one, I suppose," he cried, pointing to a huge block just below the surface, and a favourite haunt of conger, "that the Frenchman's boat capsized." "What, the one with the silver?" I cried. "Yes, and I believe all the chests are at the bottom there." "And they were coming back to try for them when the frigate came in sight!" I shouted. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Stay where you are, Sep," he whispered; "the explosion will not touch you, only, if we are hard pressed afterwards, come down with your men and take the enemy in the rear." I felt my heart swell with pride at being treated like this, and the nervous sensation of dread grew less. "Sooner the better, Master Sep," said one of the workmen. "Better keep away from the window, sir."
Just as I feared, the questions came as he put on his glasses and examined the fragment more closely. "Where did you get this, Sep?" he said "on the beach?" "No, father, up on this side of the Gap." "Whereabouts?" "About three hundred yards from Uggleston's cottage, and half-way up the slope, where the rocks stand up so big on the top." "Hah! Yes, I know the place.
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