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Indeed we will part here, unless you have further business in the house and I gather that your errand there is discharged. . . . One question Captain Vyell sent his message by a letter, which Miss Quiney no doubt will show to me. Did he further commission you with a verbal one?
"And I assure you, ma'am," said Captain Vyell, standing in the passage at the door of his private room, "his standard is a high one. I believe the blackguard never stole a tough fowl in his life. . . . Show me to my bedroom, please, if the trunks are unstrapped; and the child, here, to his. . . . Eh? What's this? a rush-light? I don't use rush-lights.
She smiled at him a little scornfully. "Do you ask as a magistrate, sir, or in curiosity?" He frowned, narrowing his eyes. "You are marvellously changed. You appear prosperous. Has Vyell married you yet?" "No, sir." "Nor as yet cast you off, it would seem." "No, sir." "Ah, well, go your ways. You are a beautiful thing, but evil; and I would have saved ye from it. I whipped ye, remember."
O. Vyell is one of the most providential Things that ever was heard of; for whilst he was riding about the middle of the City in his Chaise, on the first instant, he observed the Driver to look behind him, and immediately to make the Mules gallop as fast as possible, but both he and they were very soon killed and buried in the Ruins of a House which fell on them; whereupon Sir Oliver jumped out of the Chaise, and ran into a House that instantly fell also to the Ground, and buried him in the Ruins for a considerable Time; but it pleased God that he was taken out alive, and not much bruised.
Hanmer, "you must surely see that Lady Vyell wants you all to herself. Yet I dare say the captain and I will be strolling around to the stables before long." "Ay, when this decanter is done," agreed Captain Harry. "That was rather pretty of you," said Ruth, as she and the boy went down the terrace stairs together.
Lady Jane had it in her blood, every tradition of it. He despised the triumphs of the Senate. To keep him out of mischief or, rather, as you shall hear, to extricate him from it the good dame made application to the Duke of Newcastle; and so in the year 1737, at the age of twenty-one, Captain Oliver Vyell was appointed to the lucrative post of Collector to the port of Boston.
But I beg you to reflect that what for you must have been a real glimpse into hell" Diana shivered " was likely enough for him no more than an occasion for posing. Fine posing, I'll allow." She paused. "It didn't degrade him, actually. He's a Vyell; and as another of 'em I may tell you there never was a Vyell could face out actual degradation. You almost make me wish we were capable of it.
"And Captain Harry thinks so much of them that he sails from Carolina to Boston with his bride on board!" "You are right, Miss Josselin, and you are wrong. . . . Mistress Vyell has come to Boston in the Venus; and by reason that her husband, when he started, had as little acquaintance with fear for others as for himself. But if she return to Carolina it will be by land or when peace is signed.
"The Fish-hawk arrived in harbour this morning with the English mail-bags; and the Collector has letters informing him that his uncle, Sir Thomas Vyell, is dead after a short illness the cause, jail fever, contracted while serving at Launceston, in Cornwall, on the Grand Jury." "Captain Vyell succeeds?" "To the title and, I believe, to very considerable estates. His uncle leaves no male child."
Before she found it there came a tapping on the door, and Diana Vyell entered. "Have you not finished yet?" Miss Diana closed the door, glanced from one to the other, and laughed with a genial brutality. "Well, it's time I came. Dear mamma, you seem to be getting your feathers pulled." Miss Diana had heard the saying.
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