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Updated: May 25, 2025
He was walking, still with haste as if to a certain destination, toward the rectory buried in its half circle of crouching trees. And already another shadow was hurrying from the house to meet him. It was the boy, little Sep Marvin, and in the stillness of the evening his shrill voice could be heard in excited greeting. "What have you brought?
"He moons along, you know, with his mind far away, and he doesn't know the path across the marsh a bit. He is bound to lose his way, and it is getting dark. Suppose I shall have to go and look for him." "With a lantern," suggested Loo, darkly, without looking toward Miriam. "Oh, yes!" replied Sep, with delight. "With a lantern, of course.
"Who? Old Sam?" "No," he said; "ourselves, Sep, my lad. It will not be so comfortable, but while the country is so disturbed we will come and live over here." No time was lost, and in two days the upper rooms of the counting-house and store had been filled with furniture, and Kicksey came over for the day, and went back at night, after cooking and cleaning for us.
"We're doing history," replied Sep, frankly, jumping up and shaking hands. "Ah, yes. William the Conqueror, ten hundred and sixty-six, and all the rest of it. I know. At least I knew once, but I have forgotten." "No. We're doing French history. Miriam likes that best, but I hate it." "French history," said Colville, thoughtfully. "Yes. That is interesting. Miss Liston likes that best, does she?
So you had a good look round the place, eh?" "Yes, father." "See many rabbits?" "Yes, father, plenty." "That's right. I want to keep that place for a bit of shooting, and I'm thinking of buying a bigger boat, Sep, and I shall keep her there." "Oh!" I cried, "a bigger sailing boat?" "Yes, a much bigger one, my boy big enough to take quite a cruise.
Many went back to their homes, knowing that nothing could be known for some hours. Others crouched on the landward side of an old coal-shed, peeping round the corner. Miriam and Sep, and a few others, waited on the quay until River Andrew or another should return. It was an understood thing that the helpers, such as could man a boat or carry a drowned man, should go first.
At one end of the path, which was worn smooth by the Reverend Septimus Marvin's pensive foot, the gleam of a white dress betrayed the presence of his niece, Miriam Liston. "Ah, is that you?" asked the rector, holding out a limp hand. "Yes. I remember Sep was allowed to sit up till half-past eight in the hope that you might come round to see us. Well, Loo, and how are you? Yes yes."
"Sep, Sep! Pull, pull!" He dashed at poor Bigley again, and we dragged with all our might; but the efforts were vain, and again we stared at each other in despair. "Try again!" I cried breathlessly, and with a horrible feeling coming over me as I once more seized my school-fellow's hand.
"Oh, come in, my lad," said my father quietly; and as I held the door back for him to enter, it suddenly struck me what a frank, handsome-looking fellow he had grown. I felt more awkward still, for it seemed to me that I was going to listen to some very unpleasant remarks about our companionship being broken off; but to my surprise my father said quietly: "Come after Sep?" "Yes, sir.
Look here; I'll get the bar under, and Sep and I will hoist. Then you put your shoulder under this corner and heave, and over she goes." "Bravo, skipper!" I said, for he gave his orders so cleverly and concisely that the task seemed quite easy. "Wait a moment," he cried. "I haven't got the bar quite right. That's it. My! Won't it go!" "Pah! Tah! Tah!
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