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In another moment George was at Bowen's side, and, placing themselves back to back, these two managed to successfully defend themselves until the crew of the Virginie, inspired by their leader's example, had pressed in to their assistance, when the pirates, becoming scattered, were driven irresistibly to opposite ends of the ship, and some were actually driven overboard.
He was a mile or two miles away from the trenches, but the fact that he was there, and that it was Smolenski who was giving the orders, was enough. Few had ever seen Smolenski, but his name was sufficient; it was as effective as is Mr. Bowen's name on a Bank of England note.
We intended to go home by a different path one leading through cleared land overgrown with scrub maple, which had the advantage of being farther away from Peg Bowen's house. We hoped to be home before it began to storm, but we had hardly reached the hill above the village when a fine, driving snow began to fall.
"Good morning!" said some one in a bland undertone full of a pleasant recognition of the claims to quiet of a place where some others were speaking in their ordinary tones. Colville looked round on the Rev. Mr. Waters, and took his friendly hand. "Good morning glad to see you," he answered. "Are you looking for that short Florentine history for Mrs. Bowen's little girl?" asked Mr.
A faint flush passed over Mr. Bowen's face, but he made no reply. I was much better pleased than if he had exclaimed against his own poor abilities, as some would have done, or rhapsodized over his indebtedness to me. I knew from the expression of Mr. Winthrop's face that he was pleased with him, and on our way home, he said: "You are like a magnet, Medoline.
"Besides, one I've got isn't paid for Peg Bowen's," she lamented, "and I don't suppose it ever will be, for I'll never dare to ask her for it." "I wouldn't put it on at all," said Felicity. "Oh, I don't dare not to. She'd be sure to find out I didn't and then she'd be very angry. I wish I could get just one more name and then I'd be contented.
They spoke in low tones, and there was something in the hush that suggested to Colville the feasibility of taking into his unoccupied hand one of the pretty hands which the pale night-light showed him lying in Mrs. Bowen's lap. But he forbore, and only sighed. "Well, then, I will say nothing. But I shall keep on thinking all my life." She made no answer.
"I won't," cried Sara Ray in terror. "I wouldn't go near Peg Bowen's house for the world, no matter who was with me." "I've thought of a plan," said the Story Girl. "Let's all give her something, as Felicity says.
I think she would have changed her mind about Americans striking the note of personality in their talk." "Oh!" exclaimed the girl reproachfully, after a moment of swift reflection and recognition, "I don't see how you could let me do it! You don't suppose that I should have talked so with every one? It was because you were another American, and such an old friend of Mrs. Bowen's."
"We might all have been found frozen stark and stiff this morning," remarked the Story Girl with apparent relish. "I tell you, it was a lucky thing we got to Peg Bowen's," said Dan. "Miss Marwood says there is no such thing as luck," protested Cecily. "We ought to say it was Providence instead." "Well, Peg and Providence don't seem to go together very well, somehow," retorted Dan.
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