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For nights on end, it was the merest chance whether or not she would live to see another dawn; but, in the end, youth, aided by skilful doctoring and careful nursing, prevailed against the dread illness which had fastened on her brain. As she slowly got better, the blurred shadows which had previously hovered about her took shape into doctor, nurses, and Mrs Trivett.
Mavis had written to tell Mrs Trivett the old story of her fictitious marriage; she had, also, stated that for the present she wished this fact, together with the parentage of her child, to be kept a strict secret. Mavis little recked the risk she ran of discovery. She was obsessed by the desire to breathe the Melkbridge air.
On returning on board, however, one day, Tom Trivett told me that he had heard a report that the "Emu" had been lost in a gale which had occurred some time before, as part of her stern had been picked up with her name upon it. This account having been confirmed, left no doubt on my mind as to her having been wrecked, and, as none of those on board ever appeared, that all had perished.
She got up without saying a word, opened the door, and went out. Trivett, at a sign from his wife, rose and followed. The night was warm and still. Mavis soon began to feel relief from the stifling sensations which had threatened her. But this relief only increased her pain, her sensibilities being now only the more capable of suffering.
We want a boy forward very badly, and he'll be worth his salt, I've a notion." "You may do what you like with him, Tom Trivett," answered the officer, "only don't let us be bothered with him. We've trouble enough with young Riddle, the mutinous young rascal. He'll have to look out for himself, if he don't mind."
Some one has got to stay with the airship, to be ready to start it off as soon as we come back with Mr. Petrofsky if we do come. "Then there's no use in me staying here," spoke Detective Trivett. "I don't know enough even to turn on the gasolene." "No, it's got to be Ned or me," said the young inventor.
"The kitchen's like an oven, and I've nearly been roasted," complained Mrs Trivett. "And her horrid old husband is there, who can't do anything for himself." "Why didn't you leave before you got so hot?" asked Mavis. "It's that there Mrs Budd's fault. She's only one tooth, and it takes her all her time to eat." "I meant, why didn't you leave so that you could finish eating in here?"
My convalescence Julius Caesar befriends me We pass the Cape de Verde Islands Our hopes of a change of diet disappear My turn at last A severe discipline Captain Longfleet "Please, sir, I couldn't help it" "There goes the baby and his nurse" Caesar's sympathy How I owed my life to Tom Trivett Bad food "It makes me sick to cook it" The deputation to the captain The discontent increases among the crew Crossing the line "What ship is that?"
I want you to act as one of the judges, to go along with Jukes and see that he doesn't play any of his tricks. You know what he is! And in a vital match like this " "How much are you playing for?" "The whole world!" "I beg your pardon?" "The whole world. It amounts to that. The loser is to leave Leigh for good, and the winner stays on and marries Amanda Trivett. We have arranged all the details.
Mavis said goodbye to Trivett and recrossed the churchyard on her way to the river. As she walked, she wondered at Trivett's strange conjunction of pursuits; also, if he were as good a farmer as he was a musician. She found the part of the river nearest to the church crowded with holiday bathers, so turned aside in the direction of her nook, where she was tolerably certain of getting quiet.
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