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"What!" cried the captain; "what news is this, Richard? 'Slife! how has this come about?" My anger subdued by Mr. Washington's presence, a curious mood had taken its place. A foolish mood, I thought it, but one of feeling things to come. "I believe I shall one day take part in a great sea-fight," I said.
But then the glimpse of a fine gentleman just out of bed of a morning, before he is made for the day, is unfair. "Morning, Charles! Howdy, Jack!" said his Lordship, apathetically. "Glad to know you, Mr. Carvel. Heard of your family. 'Slife! Wish there were more like 'em in the province." This sentiment not sitting very well upon his Lordship, I bowed, and said nothing.
Did I not pull you into the coffee-room of the Star and Garter years ago, and tell you that same?" My face warmed, though I said nothing. "Oh, you sly dog! I'll warrant there has been many a tender talk just where I'm sitting." "Not one," said I. "'Slife, then, what have you been doing," he cries, "seeing her every day and not asking her to marry you, my master of Carvel Hall?"
But then the glimpse of a fine gentleman just out of bed of a morning, before he is made for the day, is unfair. "Morning, Charles! Howdy, Jack!" said his Lordship, apathetically. "Glad to know you, Mr. Carvel. Heard of your family. 'Slife! Wish there were more like 'em in the province." This sentiment not sitting very well upon his Lordship, I bowed, and said nothing.
"Hide me somewhere, Cris," he panted his accent proclaiming his Irish origin. "My God, hide me, or I'm a dead man this night!" "'Slife, Hogan! What is toward? Has Cromwell overtaken us?" "Cromwell, quotha? Would to Heaven 'twere no worse! I've killed a man!" "If he's dead, why run?" The Irishman made an impatient gesture. "A party of Montgomery's foot is on my heels.
There, his talents would make him an admiral, and doubtless give him the social position he secretly coveted. He confounded us all by his answer. "I thank you, Mr. Fox. But I cannot accept your kindness." "Slife!" said Fox, "you refuse? And you know what you are doing?" "I know usually, sir." Comyn swore. My exclamation had something of relief in it.
The picture in my mind had followed his every sentence, and even the very words she must have used were ringing in my ears. Then, as we sat talking in low tones, the door opened, and a hearty voice cried out: "Now where is this rebel, this traitor? They tell me one lies hid in this house. 'Slife, I must have at him!" "Mr. Fox!" I exclaimed. He took my hands in his, and stood regarding me.
Carvel," said he, very coolly, very politely; "yours is the choice of the wager. And you reject it, the others must be called off." "Slife! I double it!" I said hotly, "provided the horse is alive, and will stand up." "Devilish well put, Richard!" Mr. Fox exclaimed, casting off his restraint.
"What!" cried the captain; "what news is this, Richard? 'Slife! how has this come about?" My anger subdued by Mr. Washington's presence, a curious mood had taken its place. A foolish mood, I thought it, but one of feeling things to come. "I believe I shall one day take part in a great sea-fight," I said.
Admiral van der Kuylen nudged his lordship, a humourous twinkle in his blue eyes. "His bolitics are fery sound, I dink," he growled. His lordship's smile brought lines like gashes into his leathery cheeks. "'Slife! hadn't you heard? Where the devil have you been at all?" "Out of touch with the world for the last three months," said Blood. "Stab me! You must have been.
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