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They may, if their reading extends, perceive, that it has been the main turbid stream in old Mammon's train since he threw his bait for flesh. They might ask, too, whether it is likely to cease to flow while he remains potent. The lady's history was brief, and bore recital in a Club; came off quite honourably there. Regarding Major Worrell, the tale of him showed him to have a pass among men.
The lady laughed merrily, but her expression became somewhat puzzled. "Really, what a very strange question! Why, not unless it might be little Sammy Worrell; he can certainly use the longest words I ever heard of outside a dictionary. Why, may I ask? Are you especially interested in prodigies?" "Oh, not in the least; certainly not in little Sammy Worrell.
Ned answered for the others: "I have no recollection of having ever seen you before." "Why, I remember you very well. You are Ned Clinton, and that young gentleman is Jo Minturn, with his sister Rosa." "You are certainly right, as far as that goes, but you are none the less a stranger to us for all that!" "My name is Worrell, and I am a settler, living about a mile up the river.
She beheld him, when he was in the street, turn for the district where Major Worrell had his lodgeings. That set her mind moving, and her tears fell no longer. Major Worrell was not at home. Dartrey was informed that he might be at his Club. At the Club he heard of the major as having gone to London and being expected down in the afternoon.
The first move of Worrell impressed the youths in his favor, for he headed toward the mountain close at hand, a course that would suggest itself to one who was hunting a hiding-place. It looked as if he understood his business, and knew where to take them to find what they wanted.
Sims, despite her piteous entreaties, was arrested and brought before the magistrate. Her appeals for mercy were heart-rending. "'Ho, mercy, your washup; mercy, Mr. Worrell. Wich I thinks hit were that dratted dorg. Don't 'ang me. I never hintended But Worrell was inexorable. "'But you said you would kill me, you would murder me, and you nearly did murder me.
I harped on Major Worrell: my daughter insulted. He knew of it spoke of you properly. The man offered all apologies; he has told the Major he is no gentleman, not a fit associate for gentlemen: quite so and has cut him dead. Will marry her, as I said, make her as worthy as he can of the honour of my daughter's acquaintance. Rather comical grimace, when he vowed he'd fasten the tie.
You are waiting to hear what I have to tell. That man Major Worrell has tried to rob me of everything I ever had to set a value on: love, I 'd say; he laughs at a woman like me loving. Dartrey nodded, to signify a known sort of fellow. 'She came here. Mrs. Marsett's tears had risen. 'I ought not to have let her come. I invited her for once: I am lonely. None of my sex none I could respect!
She sat down on the blanket, with her head resting against a large stone behind her, just as she had sat many a time in the old armchair at home, and she had scarcely assumed the position when she sank into slumber. "Well, now you are here," said Worrell, as Ned Clinton came back from where Rosa was reclining, "how do you mean to pass the time?"
For a brief while after the slumber of the whites had come upon them, Worrell, the straggling farmer, sat near the entrance of the cavern, the stone which served as a door being partly drawn aside, so that a flood of light made its way through, and fell directly on his countenance. It was a curious scene the three unconscious forms, while the fourth was wider awake than ever.
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