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What they may do at Littlehampton is beyond my knowledge, never having kept a snug crib there, as you was pleased to call it. But at Springhaven 'twould be the wrong place for hatching of French treacheries. We all know one another a deal too well for that, I hope." "Prater, you are right," exclaimed Mr. Cheeseman, owner of the main shop in the village, and universally respected.
Some of those official forms must be returned, others not; all depends upon their rules. Now go and make yourself comfortable. How are you off for money?" "Plenty, sir, plenty. I must not go where anybody knows me, or to-morrow half the talk at old Springhaven would be about me. Good-night, sir, and God bless you."
So late at night, it was not likely that any one would disturb him there, and no one in the cottage which he had left would miss him before the morning. The end of October now was near, the nights were long, and he need not hurry. He might even lie down in his favourite boat, the best of her size in Springhaven, the one he had built among the rabbits.
As the pilot-boat drew nearer, and the sunlight fell upon her, to his great surprise he became convinced that the young man at the tiller was Dan Tugwell, the son of the captain of Springhaven. Four of the others were unknown to him, though he fancied that he had seen two of them before, but could not remember when or where.
One night, when the summer was in full prime, and the weather almost blameless, this young Squire Carne rode slowly back from Springhaven to his worn-out castle. The beauty of the night had kept him back, for he hated to meet people on the road.
One of the fire-ships, as scandal did declare, was that very ancient tub indeed that could not float on its bottom the Peggy of Springhaven, bought at thrice her value, through the influence of Admiral Darling.
"No one now in the place but her" the old man lifted his elbow, as a coachman does in passing "and him down in the yellow jug. All the French sailors are at sea. Only she won't go away; and she moaneth worse than all the owls and ghosts. Ah, your honour should never 'a done that respectable folk to Springhaven too!" "It was a slight error of judgment, Jerry.
How then could Springhaven, which never had feared any enemies, or even neighbours, depart from its habits, while still an eye-witness of what had befallen the Frenchman?
And we will try to meet it." When did Charleygoes disappear? I am not up in dates, but it must have been weeks and weeks before that time. And I must have heard of it, if it had happened. I may give you my honour that Orso and Leo have not eaten Charleygoes." "You speak too lightly of a man in high position, who would have been Lord Mayor of London, if he had never come to Springhaven.
But now the especial danger lay in the special strength of England. Even if he landed, which was not likely for none of them could box the compass the only thing he took would be a jolly good thrashing, and a few pills of lead for his garlic. This lofty contempt on the part of the seafaring men had been enhanced by Nelson, and throve with stoutest vigour in the enlightened breasts of Springhaven.
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