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Updated: August 15, 2024
Clover's cream-toast, which she prepared before their eyes on the blazer, her little tarts made of crackers split, buttered, and toasted brown with a spoonful of raspberry jam in each, and the big loaf of hot ginger-bread to be eaten with thick cream from the High Valley, were pronounced each in its way to be absolute perfection.
Her brother Jim who was a dawdling, good-natured-looking lad of about fifteen, clad in a marvellous costume of cricketing trousers, a "blazer" of overpowering blue and yellow stripes, and an Egyptian fez set far back on his forehead helped her to explore the contents of the cupboard; and very soon the three of them were seated at a comfortable and most welcome little banquet.
Suffice it to say that they, and the few things they possessed, were speedily transferred to the "Blazer," on board of which they received the most considerate attention and kindness. And you may be sure, reader, that Billy did not forget to take the pig and the parroquet along with him. Fair winds sprang up, and for many weeks the "Blazer" bowled along steadily on her course.
Such little impediments were the ordinary food of a real Blazer, who was supposed to add another foot of stonework and a sod of turf when desirous of making himself conspicuous in his moments of splendid ambition.
"Why can't you do what you said you'd do?" She was quite vehement about it. "I got a right to change my mind, ain't I?" "Go, dammit! Why can't you go? You gave them a chance to even up when you ran that blazer on Doc Coffin an' Honey Hoke there in the Starlight. Let it go at that. Whadda you want to hang round here for?
"Now, men," said Swinton, "this is a tough job we have in hand, for they are strong men, and the boy, albeit not big, is a very tiger-cat to fight. You see, if our plan was murder we could easily settle their business while they slept but that's not our plan. We are not murderers by no means!" "Certainly not," growled Blazer, with virtuous solemnity. "Well, that bein' so, we must take them alive.
"Well, Daddy will understand. I'll take Precious down Saturday morning and come back Sunday afternoon. I hope the roads aren't bad." "Don't go if they are." "We'll see. Time for nighty-night, Precious. Da Da got you a lovely quilt." Oliver adjusted his tie. The blue blazer that Jennifer had bought fit well.
When they drove away the mistress kept wiping her eyes for a long time, and had to comfort the children, who, it seemed, could not stop weeping and lamenting. In silence the two men drove over the gleaming snow. "Steady!" the master had to say occasionally, when the wild Blazer struck into a gallop, pulling the light sleigh along like the wind and kicking the snow high in the air.
"Begorra I am plaized to say you ag'in, Misther Gray-ham, sorr!" cried Tim Rooney, wringing my hand again and again as Mr Mackay released it all the poor fellows who had been relieved from almost instant death by the coming of the gunboat seeming to think that I had brought about their rescue, whereas, of course it was Ching Wang who ought to be thanked, if anybody had to be praised, beyond Him above who had sent us on our mission and brought the Blazer up in time.
Their voices were covered by the noise of a dispute which had arisen among the bridge-players. They reappeared almost simultaneously. Madame d'Ormeval slowly climbed a few steps of the stairs and then stopped and turned her face towards the sea. Her husband had thrown his blazer over his shoulders and was making for the isolated cabin.
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