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"Well, my dears," she said, "Stephie is in her bedroom; she has a headache, and wanted to lie down for a little." "Oh, just let me run up to her. I won't keep her a minute," said Molly. "Come in here with me," said Miss Truefitt to Nora. She opened the door of her neat little parlor. Nora entered.
He was beyond further astonishment, and when Mrs. Truefitt entered the room with a laudable attempt to twist her features into an expression of surprise, he scarcely noticed her. "It's my Joe," said Mrs. Porter, simply. "Good gracious!" said Mrs. Truefitt. "Well, you've got him now; take care he doesn't run away from you again." "I'll look after that, ma'am," said Mrs.
Truefitt, going into the front-room and sinking into a chair after the constable had taken his departure. "I don't believe he was mad." "Only a little weak in the head, I think," said Prudence, in a clear voice. "He was very frightened after you had gone; I don't think he will trouble us again." "He'd better not," said Mrs. Truefitt, sharply. "I never heard of such a thing never."
"To my mind," observed Job Truefitt, who with Bob Doull was standing on the fore-topgallant cross-trees, "that craft out there looks as if she was come from the land where the gold and silver grows. He looks like a Don, every inch of him. Mark my words, mate, we shall line our pockets with the rhino, and have a pretty handsome sum to take home to our old mothers or sweethearts."
Truefitt made a gesture of impatience, and her daughter, watching him closely, tried to remember something she had once read about detecting insanity by the expression of the eyes. Those of Mr. Catesby were blue, and the only expression in them at the present moment was one of tender and respectful admiration. "When did you see Fred last?" inquired Mrs. Truefitt, making another effort.
"Remember, mounseer, if you hallo or make any row, we'll be back and blow your brains out for you," whispered Job Truefitt, as he placed him on the ground. A grunt was the only answer. It was doubtful whether the prisoner understood what was said, though he might have guessed the meaning of the remark. The seamen pushed on as fast as they could move.
"We Englishmen have been taught to help our enemies in distress, mounseer," observed Job Truefitt, as, without waiting a moment to ask leave, he lifted the wounded lad on his shoulders. "There's no time for palavering. Come along, sirs." The midshipmen sprang on, helping Job to support his burden, and they soon reached the upper-deck, when the scene of horror and confusion was indescribable!
Stephanotie had put her hair into Hinde's curlers the night before, and, in consequence, it was a perfect mass of frizzle and fluff the next morning. Miss Truefitt, who wore her own neat gray locks plainly banded round her head, gave a shudder when she first caught sight of Stephanotie.
"What do you make her out to be, Truefitt?" asked Mr Calder from aft. "Why, sir, maybe I'm wrong, and maybe I'm right; but if I'm right, then I take it she's no other than the thirty-two pounder frigate, `Thetis. I served aboard her better nor twelve months, so I don't deserve to have eyes in my head if I shouldn't know her again," answered Job.
Miss Truefitt hesitated. "No," she said, at last. "Are you are you glad?" asked the modest Richard. Miss Truefitt averted her eyes altogether. "Yes," she said, faintly. A strange feeling of solemnity came over the triumphant Richard. He took the hand nearest to him and pressed it gently. "I I can hardly believe in my good luck," he murmured. "Good luck?" said Prudence, innocently.
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