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Tombey, Lord Holmhurst, who had come up, and the officer lift their pistols, which exploded almost simultaneously, and the Irishman and another man pitched forward on to their hands and knees. "Never mind the pistols, lads," shouted a voice; "as well be shot as drown. There isn't room for half of us in the boats; come on!"
At last, however, he made a gallant and a desperate effort. "Miss Smithers," he said in a voice trembling with agitation. "Yes, Mr. Tombey," answered Augusta, quietly; "what is it?" "Miss Smithers," he went on "Miss Augusta, I don't know what you will think of me, but I must tell you, I can't keep it any longer, I love you!" Augusta fairly jumped. Mr.
And yet how odd to think it: two or three score of years and it would all be one, and she would be as Mr. Tombey was. Poor Mr. Tombey! perhaps it was as well that he was not there to see her happiness; and let us hope that wherever it is we go after the last event we lose sight of the world and those we knew therein. Otherwise there must be more hearts broken in heaven above than in earth beneath.
Tombey; and, I am sorry to say, you don't know how much it pains me to say it, I cannot hold out any prospect that I shall change my mind." He dropped his head upon his hands for a minute, and then lifted it again. "Very well," he said slowly; "it can't be helped. I never loved any woman before, and I never shall again.
Tombey, as they had been too much for Eustace Meeson before him. His passion had sprung up and ripened in that peculiarly rapid and vigorous fashion that passions do on board ship. A passenger steamer is Cupid's own hot-bed, and in this way differs from a sailing-ship. On the sailing-ship, indeed, the preliminary stages are the same.
In a very few seconds she had made up her mind. "I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Tombey," she said; "you have done me a great honour, the greatest honour man can do to a woman; but I cannot marry you." "Are you sure?" gasped the unfortunate Tombey, for his hopes had been high. "Is there no hope for me? Perhaps there is somebody else!" "There is nobody else, Mr.
And in his anger he fairly shook his fist at the unconscious Peer. "Seem to be a little out of temper, Mr. Meeson," said a voice at his elbow, the owner of which was a big young man with hard but kindly features and a large moustache. "What has the Governor been doing to you?" "Doing, Mr. Tombey? He's been cutting me, that's all me, Meeson! cutting me as dead as offal, or something like it.
And now, once more, good bye!" and he lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed it, and then, with a bow, turned and went. From all of which it will be clearly seen that Mr. Tombey was decidedly a young man above the average, and one who took punishment very well. Augusta looked after him, and sighed deeply, and even wiped away a tear.
Some hours afterwards Augusta woke up, feeling very restless. For an hour or more she lay thinking of Mr. Tombey and many other things, and listening to the swift "lap, lap," of the water as it slipped past the vessel's sides, and the occasional tramp of the watch as they set fresh sails.
Tombey, who, being called in to console and bless, cursed with such extraordinary vigour. It may even strike the discerning reader and all readers, or, at least, nearly all readers, are of course discerning: far too much so, indeed that there must have been a reason for it; and the discerning reader will be right. Augusta's grey eyes had been too much for Mr.
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