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I went into my father's business instead, but I never liked it. Some people are fond of a stay-at-home life, but I always had a hankering after adventures." The captain shook his head. "Ha!" he said, impressively. "You've had a few in your time," said Mr. Chalk, looking at him, grudgingly; "Edward Tredgold was telling me so." "Man and boy, I was at sea forty-nine years," remarked the captain.
Once we had got the treasure we could have given Captain Bowers his share, or more than his share, and it would have been all right. As it is, nobody must know that we went for it." Mr. Stobell, unable to trust himself with speech, stumped fiercely up and down the beach. "But it will all have to come out if we are rescued," objected Mr. Chalk. "We can tell what story we like," said Tredgold.
When I'm not thinking of my favorite 'ero of fiction, the Dook of Mauleverer-Wolverhampton, I feel that I'm doing the next best thing when I'm receiving the orders of her ladyship." Another of cook's ideas was that Miss Tredgold was a person of title, who chose for the present to disguise the fact.
Then he scratched his left whisker with the stem of his churchwarden pipe and looked severely over at Mr. Tredgold. "I don't think you ought to talk that way before ladies," he said, primly. "Of course, I know you're only in joke, but there's some people can't see jokes as quick as others and they might get a wrong idea of you."
Seven o'clock was heard to strike in the house. Pauline, retracing her steps, went slowly past her sisters and Miss Tredgold. Miss Tredgold slightly raised her voice as the culprit appeared. She read aloud with more determination than ever. Penelope flung down the duster she was hemming and watched Pauline. "I a'most wish I wor her," thought the ex-nursery child.
"How do you do, Miss King?" said Miss Tredgold. She favored "the young person," as she termed Miss King, with a very distant bow. "Girls," she said, turning to the others, "are you aware that preparation hour has arrived? Will you all go quietly indoors? Miss King, my nieces are beginning their studies in earnest, and I do not allow the hour of preparation to be interfered with by any one."
I shall give some of mine away to the poor. We all will. I'll have it put in this paper." She fumbled in her bodice for the document, and walked towards them. "We can't alter it now," said Mr. Tredgold, decidedly. "We'll do what's right," said Mr. Chalk, reassuringly. Miss Vickers smiled at him. "Yes, I know you will," she said, graciously, "and I think Mr. Tredgold will, but "
Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something something real, something that signified. But it was very hard to follow.
And now, if I may speak, I will tell you my story." "We are all prepared to listen," said Miss Tredgold. "Yes, Robert, and with attention with attention and interest," said Mr. Dale. "Why, upon my word, this is almost as good as a fresh rendering of the immortal Plato. Sit down, farmer, sit down." The farmer did not sit down. "It's no use mincing matters," he said, "nor walking round the bush.
"It's our only chance." Tredgold nodded assent and shook Stobell quietly. The silence was oppressive. They rose and peered out to sea, and a loud exclamation broke from all three. The "Fair Emily" had disappeared. Stobell rubbed his eyes and swore softly; Tredgold and Chalk stood gazing in blank dismay at the unbroken expanse of shining sea.
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