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Even the Crow, so thrilled with his interest in the bridal pair, had not scented anything unusual in his hostess's attitude towards one of her guests. "I think Mr. Markrute is awfully attractive, don't you, Crow?" said Lady Anningford, as they started for their walk. To go to Lynton Heights after lunch on Sunday was almost an invariable custom at Montfitchet.
She got out opposite the huge station and looked about her. She saw a policeman and went across to him. "Can you tell me where Lynton Street is, please?" she asked him. He smiled. "Yes, miss. Down on your right, then first to your right again." She thanked him and wanted for a silly moment to remain with him.
At length, all were satisfied, and they divided to seek their resting-places for the night, Sir Humphrey electing to keep the captain and the first mate company in the boats, while Brace, Briscoe, and Lynton were to rest in the cavern with half of the crew.
"Yes, about that," said Briscoe, with a sigh of disappointment. "Here, I'd give a hundred dollars for the loan of a ladder that we could plant down here in the water and would reach to the top." "It would take a long one," said Brace, laughing. "I wonder how deep it is." "Ah, let's try," said Briscoe. "Here, hand one of those fishing-lines and a lead out of the locker, Lynton."
The roar of the water was stunning, but the sudden change in the state of affairs seemed to stun him far more, till it gradually dawned upon him that they had rowed on in their desperation till the boat had passed into a current of air, one caused by the wind striking against and being reflected from the rocks at one side of the falls, and by whose help they were gliding so rapidly into safer waters that the men suddenly ceased rowing, while Lynton uttered a yell.
I didn't say the word," said Briscoe, laughing, as he glanced forward at the backs of Lynton and the men. "But that's what it is. I knew it. I'm not going to talk and make a fuss; but that bit you've got hold of would crush and give as much as a couple of pounds of gold a ton." "You amaze me," said Sir Humphrey. "It amazes P Franklyn Briscoe," said their companion.
"And so say we," said Dellow and Lynton eagerly. "But what about the men?" said Brace; "would they go?" "Would a dozen ducks swim, sir?" said the captain scornfully. "Ask 'em." The men were asked, and their answer was a tremendous cheer. "Of course, sir," one of them cried. "We must clear out the lot." "Very well," said the captain.
To adapt a Cornish description of something quite different, "when it's bad, it's execrable; and when it's good, it's only middlin'." It has a disagreeable partiality for haze and drizzle. In such an untamed region "routes" are only an embarrassment. The regulation drive is from Minehead to Dulverton, and from Dulverton through Simonsbath to Lynton, which virtually circumscribes the moor.
But she held herself in, she never gave way, she was resolute in her plan. On their last evening in Lynton Street, for five minutes, he was suddenly kind to her, almost the old Martin speaking with the old voice. She held her breath, scarcely daring to let herself know how happy she was. "What do you think about God, Maggie?" he asked, turning on the sofa and looking at her.
But, setting aside taking revenge, I suppose you won't mind helping to defend the vessel if some of these fellows should come off in their canoes to attack us?" "Why, of course not," said Brace warmly. "You know I would do my best." "To be sure I do, squire," said the captain, smiling. "Well, then, suppose you go and help Dellow and Lynton, and I daresay Mr Briscoe will join you as well."
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