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If I cared for Mr. Sutcliffe I wouldn't mind his growing tired and old. The tireder and older he was the more I'd care." Somehow you couldn't imagine Lindley Vickers growing old and tired. She gave him back the books: Ribot's Heredity and Maudsley's Physiology and Pathology of Mind. He held them in his long, thin hands, reading the titles.
She didn't want to believe there was anything the matter with him. If you went that would look as though he was all right. "What do you suppose the Sutcliffes will think? And your Uncle Victor? With all those new clothes and that new trunk?" "He'll understand." "Will he!" "Mr. Sutcliffe, I mean." She went down to Greffington Hall that night and told him. He understood.
As second and third lieutenants we had two new men, namely, Mr William Gadsby and Mr Edward Sutcliffe, both of whom seemed to have made a fairly favourable impression, on the whole, although as was, perhaps, only natural the occupants of the midshipmen's berth seemed just a little inclined to regard them askance as newcomers of whom but little was thus far known.
Didn't you hear how Sutcliffe said it? She's worse she may even be dying! I met with the usual treatment of a prophet of evil. 'You young muff, I was told on all sides, 'who asked your opinion? Who are you, to know better than anyone else? Ormsby attacked me hotly for trying to excite a groundless alarm, and I was recommended to hold my tongue and go to sleep.
But Sutcliffe suddenly nudged my arm, and, with an amused twinkle in his eye, called my attention to a remarkable little figure standing beside him, dressed in an extraordinary yellow costume, and wearing a turban. "Why! bless me! It's Shin Shira!" I exclaimed. "I hadn't noticed you before." "No," said the Yellow Dwarf, "I've only just appeared. How very strange meeting you here!"
He carried himself like Mr. Sutcliffe when he walked, straight and tall in his clean cut grey suit. Only he was lighter and leaner. His eyes looked gentle and peaceable now under the shadow of the Panama hat. The front door stood open. She asked him to come in for tea. "May I? ... What are you doing afterwards?" "Going for a walk somewhere." "Will you let me come too?..."
As soon as the ship was fairly under way, and the anchor at the cathead, the chief and second mates picked the watches, and Dick, to his satisfaction, found himself picked by Mr Sutcliffe as a member of that officer's watch.
When he said "old Sutcliffe" his eyes were merry and insolent as they used to be. "What do you do it for?" "Because I like him. And because there's nobody else who wants to go about with me." "There's Miss Heron." "Dorsy isn't quite the same thing." "Whether she is or isn't you've got to chuck it." "Why?" "Because Mamma doesn't like it and I don't like it. That ought to be enough."
Sutcliffe not to send you any more books from that library." "I'm seven and twenty, Mamma ducky." "The more shame for you then," her mother said. The clock on the Congregational Chapel struck six. They put down their books and looked at each other. "Dan not back?" Mamma knew perfectly well he wasn't back. "He went to Reyburn." "T't!" Mamma's chin nodded in queer, vexed resignation.
"The first thing we know you'll be marrying one of those people we read about, with more millions than there are cars on the Olive Street line." Honora was a little indignant. "I wish you wouldn't talk so, Peter," she said. "In the first place, I shan't see any but girls at Sutcliffe. I could only see you for a few minutes once a week if you were there.
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