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The worst stroke of all was to Bellairs, who had never chosen to believe that her mistress could move without her, and though mortally afraid in crossing to the Isle of Wight, and utterly abhorring all "natives," went into hysterics on finding that her young lady would take out no maid but a little hard-working village girl; and though transferred in the most flattering manner to Mrs.
"I will go and fetch you seats." "Not the least," said Jim. "No time. Much rather stand. This is business, Mr. Bellairs. This morning, as you know, I bought the wreck, Flying Scud." The lawyer nodded. "And bought her," pursued my friend, "at a figure out of all proportion to the cargo and the circumstances, as they appeared?"
Having decided upon this, he was not a person to be turned from his plan by difficulties. He thought both Mr. Latour and Mr. Bellairs had been remiss in their work of dealing with the squatters, and felt a sort of resentment against them for having taken such negligent care of his property.
So perhaps also Magdalen had adapted herself to the Bellairs' environment, with which it was obvious that she had almost nothing in common except her name. Aunt Mary loved Magdalen in a way, yet she never spared her the discussion of that long-ago attachment of her youth, violently mismanaged by Colonel Bellairs.
"I wish that wretched swamp could be done something to." "So do I, with all my heart. I must tease William into giving the people no rest until they do it." "You will be doing us and our poor neighbours at the shanties no small service. Ague is dreadfully bad there just now." A frantic pull at Mrs. Bellairs' hat from the baby interrupted the conversation, and the visitors rose to go.
"That's a nice thing of yours," I pursued, "that panel. The foreground is a little clayey, perhaps, but the lagoon is excellent." "You ought to know," said he. "Yes," returned I, "I'm rather a good judge of that panel." There was a considerable pause. "You know a man by the name of Bellairs, don't you?" he resumed. "Ah!" cried I, "you have heard from Doctor Urquart?"
There was a long pause, during which Bellairs's countenance was as a book; and then, not much too soon for the impending hammer, "Forty thousand and five dollars," said he. Pinkerton and I exchanged eloquent glances. We were of one mind. Bellairs had tried a bluff; now he perceived his mistake, and was bidding against time; he was trying to spin out the sale until the messenger boy returned.
She was poor, elderly, and painfully plain; I stood abashed at the sight, felt I owed Bellairs amends for the injustice of my thoughts, and seeing him standing by the rail in his usual attitude of contemplation, walked up and addressed him by name. "You seem very fond of the sea," said I. "I may really call it a passion, Mr. Dodd," he replied.
"Speak!" he ordered. "What of Kharvani?" "Listen, Mahommed Khan!" Ruth Bellairs laid one hand on his sleeve, and tried to draw him back. "Your ways are not my ways! You are a soldier and a gentleman, but please remember that you are of a different race! I can not let my life be saved by the torture of a human being no, not even of a Hindu priest!
You may read, if you care to do so, in the faces of many gentle-tempered and apparently prosperous married women, an enormous fatigue. Wicked, blood-curdling husbands do not bring this look into women's faces. It is men like Colonel Bellairs who hold the recipe for calling it into existence. Mrs.
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