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Updated: May 13, 2025
The second Miss Tebbs had an immense acquaintance and correspondence, a fairly, good business head and, to her late enemy Mrs. Shafto, she ultimately proved a veritable tower of strength. The recent sad catastrophe had melted Jane's heart, and she promptly appeared in "Littlecote" drawing-room, waving a large olive branch which her former adversary most thankfully accepted.
I have laid out to go to Ireland and spend the rest of my time there when the war is over." "Ah I wonder when the war will be over?" said Shafto. "God alone knows!" exclaimed the pongye. "They were talking in the bazaar of the end coming about Christmas. I think meself it will be a long business and an awkward business, too." "So do I," agreed Shafto, recalling the sage remarks of George Gregory.
You would soon pick up that; it will be chiefly an out-of-door job on the wharves." "I'd like that." "The pay offered is four hundred rupees a month, and house rent; not much, I admit, considering the fall of the rupee and Rangoon prices; but we have been compelled to modify expenses, our profits are run so fine, thanks to an active German mercantile element. Well, what do you think, Shafto?"
I found a few pieces of canvas, but that was all. I am glad we saved our blankets." "By the way, Mrs. Shafto, where is Henry?" asked Nora. "Henry!" cried Joe. "If Henry is wise he will be found up a tree," chuckled Hippy. "Henry! Henre-e-e-e-e!" called the forest woman. "Oh, Henre-e-e-e-e-e! Here, Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen! Come here, I tell ye! Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen!" "Crow!
Having arrived at this conclusion, Shafto changed his clothes and went to dinner in the veranda, where he was well chaffed about his recent visitor. "Been stealing something up at the Pagoda and they sent a Bo after you," suggested FitzGerald; "I must say your new friend is a rum-looking customer; a powerful, strapping pongye. He'd make a grand constable! What did he want?"
Shafto listened to Cossie's hysterical lamentations and outpourings with what patience he could assume; until by degrees the dreadful truth began to dawn on him, that he was selected to replace the faithless Lothario!
"No," retorted Shafto, "tiger shooting and turkey-trotting are widely apart." "But look here," exclaimed FitzGerald, as if struck by a thought and now sitting holt upright.
"Oh, as for betraying secrets or giving the game away, the employés know exactly what to expect. More than one would-be witness has disappeared; his epitaph is, 'Found drowned. Ah, I see FitzGerald moving, and so you must take your departure out of this inferno into the clean upper-world." "You come along with us," said Shafto, suddenly seizing him by the arm.
He must have gone into the chapel, or up the archway, or he may be still in the hall. Art sure he is not grazing on the turf? 'Certain sure, my lord, answered Shafto. 'I am the thief, my lord, said Dorothy, coming from the archway behind him, leading her little horse. Good, my lord, let me keep Dick. He is as useful as another more useful than some.
As Shafto approached the rendezvous, he saw the pongye seated on the steps, engrossed in a book with a red cover, which he hastily thrust into some inner pocket as he rose to his feet. "Ye might not think it, but I'm a great reader," he explained apologetically. "It passes the time and is no sin; the saints themselves were wonderful writers and readers.
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