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And, more than that, I must appeal to you by your love to her, to grant a fair hearing to the petition which I now make on Mr. Blyth's behalf." "I would, indeed, if I could, sir, but it's just because I love her so, that I can't! Besides, as you yourself said, he's a perfect stranger." "I readily admit the force of that objection on your part, Mrs.
Blyth's bureau, from the watchguard to which it was fastened, took off on his wax a perfect impression of the whole key from the pipe to the handle, attached it again to the sleeper's watchguard, pared away the rough ends of the piece of wax till it fitted into an old tin tobacco-box which he took from the chimney-piece, pocketed this box, and then quietly resumed his original place at the table.
Looking round the room for some waste paper, on which he can deposit the half-dried old paint that has been scraped off with the palette knife, Mr. Blyth's eyes happen to light first on the deal table, and on four or five notes which lie scattered over it.
To add to Captain Blyth's satisfaction, the island of New Amsterdam was sighted and passed on the morning of the tenth day succeeding the loss of the unfortunate Mr Willoughby, and that, too, in a direction and at an hour which precisely verified the prediction of the captain, who rather prided himself upon his skill and accuracy as a navigator.
Alas for the tranquillity of parents with pleasure-loving sons! alas for Mr. Valentine Blyth's idea of teaching his pupil to be steady, by teaching him to draw! this furious young gentleman was no other than Mr. Zachary Thorpe, Junior, of Baregrove Square. "Damn you all, you cowardly counter-jumping scoundrels!" roared Zack, his eyes aflame with valor, generosity, and gin-and-water.
In regard to thrushes, shrikes, and woodpeckers, see Mr. Blyth, in Charlesworth's 'Mag. of Nat. Hist. vol. i. 1837, p. 304; also footnote to his translation of Cuvier's 'Regne Animal, p. 159. I give the case of Loxia on Mr. Blyth's information. On thrushes, see also Audubon, 'Ornith. Biog. vol. ii. p. 195.
But, I say, I must have a friendly shot with something or other, at dear old Blyth's gaping mouth." "Try him with an oyster, when you come back," said Mat, producing from the cupboard behind him a large yellow pie-dish. "Go on! I'll see you down stairs, and leave the candle on the landing, and the door on the jar, so as you can get in quietly.
Every man has a raw place about him somewhere: that's Blyth's raw place, and if you hit him on it, you won't get inside of his house again in a hurry, I can tell you." Still, Mat's attention fastened greedily on every word still, his eyes fixed eagerly on his informant's face still, he repeated to himself what Zack was telling him.
Blyth's own door. "Dear me! surely that's at our gate," exclaimed Valentine; "who can be coming to see us so late, on such a cold night as this? And in a carriage, too!" "It's a cab, by the rattling of the wheels, and it brings us the 'Lass o' Gowrie," sang Zack, combining the original text of his song, and the suggestion of a possible visitor, in his concluding words.
Hearing this, some of the spectators, evidently distrusting their own intelligence, rose to take leave new visitors making their appearance, however, to fill the vacant chairs and receive Mr. Blyth's hearty welcome.
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