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"What! haven't you heard!" exclaimed Tawney, as surprised at my ignorance as if I had asked him the name of the reigning sovereign. "I have not heard, which, seeing that I spent the greater part of the summer at sea and returned only the other day, is perhaps not greatly to be wondered at." "Well, the gentleman as Rawlings has gone to and as he was with to-day is Mr.
They'd have cut your throats in another few hours, perhaps. Fine. I believe you. But there's one big question that you can't answer, and unless you can no court in the Solar System will listen to you." "What question?" Tom said. "The question of motives," the Major replied. "You had plenty of motive for doing what Tawney says you did.
Then they had laughed and joked over their wine, and a wager of a beaver hat was said to have been made between them upon the event of the hostile meeting of their ships. This was their next meeting. Sukey and Tawney went home in the American frigate United States. With Sukey's return to his native country, the reader's interest in the naval operations perhaps ceases.
Upon the results of the British Trades Boards see the studies of R. H. Tawney on the Chainmaking and Tailoring Trades and that of M. E. Bulkely on the Box Making Industry. The best theoretical statement of the dangers and difficulties presented is the article by F. W. Taussig, "Minimum Wages for Women," in the Quarterly Journal of Economics, June, 1916.
"All right," he said, "but I can't wait forever...." "You won't have to." Tawney turned to the guard. "You have your orders," he said. "They're to have these quarters, and the freedom of the ship, except for the outer level. They're not to be harmed, and they're not to be out of your sight except when they're locked in here. Is that clear?" The guard nodded.
"That's very thoughtful," Greg said. "How much are you offering?" Tom looked up in alarm. "Wait a minute," he said. "That rig's not for sale...." "How much?" Greg repeated. "Forty thousand dollars," Merrill Tawney said. "Ship, rig and claims. We'll even pay the transfer tax." Tom stared at the man, wondering if he had heard right.
There was an old negro, who went by the name of Tawney, a sheet-anchor-man, whom we often invited into our top of tranquil nights, to hear him discourse. He was a staid and sober seaman, very intelligent, with a fine, frank bearing, one of the best men in the ship, and held in high estimation by every one.
It was the holy Sabbath, according to Tawney, and, as the Briton bore down on the American her men at their quarters Tawney and his countrymen, who happened to be stationed at the quarter-deck battery, respectfully accosted the captain an old man by the name of Cardan as he passed them, in his rapid promenade, his spy-glass under his arm.
Jane Gladys looked from one to the other with a puzzled expression upon her sweet face, and turned another page of the book. Swift as a flash there sprang over her shoulder a tawney, spotted leopard, which landed upon the back of a big leather armchair and turned upon the others with a fierce movement. The monkey climbed to the top of the chandelier and chattered with fright.
The only sound was the stertorous breathing of the unconscious guard. "Well," Greg said finally, "I have to admit it makes sense. It makes other things add up better, too. Dad was no fool, he must have known that Tawney was onto something. And Dad would never have risked his life for an ore strike.
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