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Silk, having at length found his retort upon her similitude of the satyr, licked his lips. Ruth drew up and stood tapping her foot. "May I beg to be told exactly what has happened, sir?" "What has happened? What has happened is that Vyell is placing Sabines at the disposal of his aunt and cousin for so long as they may honour Boston with their presence.
But the afternoons were long; and at times the interminable sand-hills and everlasting roar of the sea oppressed the child with a sense of loneliness beyond words. The rabbits and gulls would not make friends with him, and he ached for companionship. Of that ache was born his half-crazy adoration of George Vyell.
"Your Worships" the Collector, hat in hand advanced to the table and bowed "will forgive an interruption which only its urgency can excuse." "Ah! Captain Vyell, I believe?" Mr. Bellingham arose from his high-backed throne of carved oak, bowed, and extended a hand across the table. "I had heard that you were honouring Port Nassau with a visit; but understanding from our friend Mr.
"By that time I may have thought of words to thank your Honour." She curtsied again. "Manasseh!" Captain Vyell pointed to the door. The negro opened it and stood aside majestically as she passed out and was gone. Let moralists perpend. Ruth Josselin had knocked at that door after a sharp struggle between conscience and crying want.
So indomitable a fellow is Man, improbus Homo; and among men in his generation Captain Oliver Vyell was Collector of Customs for the Port of Boston, Massachusetts.
As often as not Taffy worked late and blew his forge-fire alone in the church, the tap of his hammer making hollow music in the desolate aisles. He was working thus one windy night in February, when the door rattled open and in walked a totally unexpected visitor Sir Harry Vyell. "Good evening! I was riding by and saw your light in the windows dancing up and down.
Its duties were not arduous, and allowed him to cross the Atlantic half a dozen times with Lady Vyell and revisit Eagles, where Miss Quiney held faithful stewardship. He never completely recovered his health. The pressure under which he had lain during those three terrible hours had left him with some slight curvature of the spine.
Diana Vyell seated herself, eyed her steadily for a moment, and nodded again. "Mamma can be raide, there's no denying. She was wrong, of course; that's understood. . . . Still, on the whole you have done pretty well, and had your revenge." Ruth's eyes widened, for this was beyond her. Diana explained. "You have let us make the most impossible fools of ourselves.
You'd have thought an honest mind might find food for compassion in this, and even an excuse to believe the better of human nature; but it merely scandalises these Puritan tabbies. They fear Vyell for his wealth and title; and he, despising them, forces them to visit her. Now for the falsehood.
"It is a command, almost; and to-night naturally Captain Vyell Sir Oliver has a claim on our congratulations." "You tell me to go? . . . Oh! but let me be sure you know what you are advising." She faced the negro again. "What guests is Sir Oliver entertaining?" Manasseh enumerated a dozen. "All gentlemen! So, you see!"
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