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"I bring message from Massa Pemberton," he said. "Where is it?" asked Mr Twigg. "Here, massa," answered Quashie, presenting his woolly pate. "You take it out, please." Martha, however, performed the operation; and the note being eagerly read, a consultation was held on its contents, which considerably raised the spirits of the besieged party, lowered as they had been by the loss of Archie Sandys.
Should you come back in her you may be sure of good wages; Ferris, Twigg, and Cash pay well when they are well served." The crew cheered, and Routh, who stood foremost among then, was especially vociferous, though he might have been seen winking to some of his mates when the eyes of the worthy planter and the officers were turned away.
"We are much obliged to you, Jack, for your good intentions, but had not the party from the ship arrived in the nick of time, you would in all probability have found the house a heap of ruins, and we all burned to cinders in the middle of it," answered Mr Twigg.
If you have no spare planking, I have no doubt that one of the out-buildings will supply what we require." Mr Twigg of course agreed to this, and, lantern in hand, led the way to a building at a little distance from the house.
Why, he had the whole thing planned, the very day he arrived. I know he had, because he came to me, in the tavern, and told me I was to drop hints here and there through the village that you and Beulah Twigg had been seen together in Boston. I didn't want to, but I had to obey him. Why, those checks he could have put me in prison. My father would not have helped me.
She had heard her father say that he expected shortly to accompany Mr Twigg to an estate on the other side of the island, and even should Norman's ship come into Port Royal, he might not be able to pay her a visit. Of course he promised to come if he could, even though he might be able to remain only a few hours.
"No, I don't want to go along," I said mockingly. He didn't seem to notice. "Luncheon is at ?" "Two o'clock," said dad. Dad went into the house, and Twigg put a gray felt hat on his head and strode off down the drive. I sat on the porch rail and watched him. He looked about five feet eight inches, and was broad across the shoulders. He had a good walk. I slouched when I walked.
After that when the afternoons were too hot for golf or riding he'd read. I forgot to say that dad went away about the middle of the month and stayed a week, I guess. "Hello," said Twigg, "where are you going?" "Oh, just for a ride," I said. He was on the porch and so I pulled Little Nell up alongside the rail. "All right; wait a minute, and I'll go along. Do you mind?"
"Dear madam, explain all your reasons, or we shall never understand one another, and never come to an end of these half explanations." Here they were interrupted by seeing Mr. Twigg, a courtly clergyman, coming towards them.
Beaumont was obliged to endure his tiresome flattery upon the beauties of Beaumont Park, and upon the judicious improvements that were making, had been made, and would, no doubt, be very soon made. Mrs. Beaumont, at last, relieved his or her own impatience by commissioning Mr. Twigg to walk round the improvements by himself.
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