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Lady Doles became stronger-minded day by day, and finally reduced Sir Richard to the condition of a mere human machine, with just enough spirit left to enable him to live and do her bidding. When the latter retired on half-pay they all took up their abode in Wreckumoft. Kenneth retained his old post, for, although independent of its salary, he would not eat the bread of idleness.
Here she related the circumstances of the bank failure, and the evil consequences that followed, and were still pending over Kenneth and many of their other friends in Wreckumoft. "That's a sad business," said Gildart; "but I don't see how it can be mended. I fear me it is a case of `grin and bear it. And your aunt, Miss Puff, what of the adorable Miss Flouncer?" "She is now Lady Doles."
"Yes, I've got business in Wreckumoft, so we'll have the pleasure o' travellin' together." The gentlemanly man felt that the pleasure would be entirely confined to one side. However, he expressed much joy at the prospect of such good company, as the policeman sat down beside him. The train gave a pant, then a snort, then an impatient whistle.
Now, it chanced that, about the time of which I write, a noted bank failed, and a considerable sum of money which had been temporarily deposited in it by the committee of the Sailors' Home at Wreckumoft was lost. This necessitated retrenchment.
"Take a drop o' gin," said the burglar in a patronising way, "it'll bring you to in a minute." Kenneth knew by his manner that he did not guess who it was that sat beside him, so he resolved to accept the offer. "Thank'ee, I loik gin. It waarms the cockles o' yer 'art, it do," said Kenneth. "Goin' far?" inquired the policeman. "To Wreckumoft."
When he told a story there was no end to it, indeed there seldom was anything worthy the name of a beginning to it, and it never by the remotest chance had any point. In virtue of his rank, not his capacity of course, Sir Richard was in great demand in Wreckumoft.
It isn't Master Kenneth that's on yer back just now, so mind what yer about, or it'll be wus for ye, old boy." While these events are taking place in the busy seaport of Wreckumoft, let us return to the little boat which we left floating, a solitary speck, upon the breast of the great Pacific Ocean.
Immediately after, her visitors, much surprised at her eccentric conduct, rose and took their leave. Soon after the conversation narrated in the last chapter, the clerks in the bank of Wreckumoft were not a little interested by the entrance of a portly woman of comely appearance and large proportions.
For some time Kenneth sat listening to the plans of the burglars, and considering how he should best frustrate their designs. He at length made up his mind to return the parcel to his aunt, say that unexpected and pressing business called him home, and start by the same train with the burglars for Wreckumoft.
He had been wrecked on a reef within two miles of his native hamlet, and within three of the town of Wreckumoft. He soon found the road, and broke from a fast walk into a run. The child lay quietly in his arms, either being too much exhausted to speak, or having fallen asleep. The man muttered to himself as if in perplexity "It'll never do to tak 'er home wi' me.
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