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"She was a lovely little thing," repeated Mrs Vallance with a sigh. "Well, well," said her husband; "I daresay. But here's something quite as lovely. Just look at this Captain Christie. It's the best rose I've seen yet. I don't believe Chelwood has a finer."
Wilkins seized the propitious moment to say impressively: "David Sterlin' has enlisted!" "Sho! has he, though?" "Of course he has! any man with the spirit of a muskeeter would." "Well, he ain't got a family, you see." "He's got his old mother, that sister home from furrin' parts somewheres, and Christie just going to be married. I should like to know who's got a harder family to leave than that?"
He had been assigned to duty with me in Cincinnati, but his lungs had become diseased through exposure in the field, and he had died of consumption a few weeks before. My aide Captain Christie was similarly affected, and resigned to prolong his life. He ultimately died of the illness thus contracted.
"And are you not afraid they may call you extravagant at home, getting so many braw things?" Christie laughed. "I'm no' sure. But then unless it's Aunt Elsie's gown there's nothing dear. They are just prints; the frocks and the other things are all useful, except perhaps the playthings for the bairns; and they are useful too, for things that give pleasure have a use, I am sure."
"Well, what would you wish for me?" asked Mr Sherwood, still smiling at her eagerness. "I dare say I should have no more trouble in this world if you could have your wish." Christie shook her head.
Though the night was cold, I was warm enough by the time I got to my inn; and it required a refreshing draught of porter, with half an hour's repose, ere I could determine to give no further thought to Christie and her opinions than those of any other vulgar, prejudiced old woman.
She could not have endured many minutes of that silent waiting. There was pleasure, but scarcely surprise, in the eyes that opened to fix themselves on her face. "Have you come, Effie? I was dreaming about you. I am very glad." Effie kneeled down and kissed her over and over again, but she could not speak a word. Soon she laid her head down on the pillow, and Christie put her arms round her neck.
If it does, I shall detain the girls in the schoolroom. I am very much disturbed by it." "You don't say so!" exclaimed Crayshaw with an air of indolent surprise; and Miss Crampton thereupon retreated down-stairs, taking great care not to touch any metallic substance. "I hear thee speak of the happy land." Swan looked down as Miss Crampton and Miss Christie emerged into the garden.
Lord Ipsden ran hastily over the page, closed the book, and said, "Here is the story. "Five hundred years ago " "Listen, Jean," said Christie; "we're gaun to get a boeny story. 'Five hundre' years ago," added she, with interest and awe. "Was a great battle," resumed the narrator, in cheerful tones, as one larking with history, "between a king of England and his rebels.
He never intended to go into court, but hoped to either get Waite out of the way, or else convince him that Christie was the girl, relying on her gratitude for his profits. When Waite played into his hands by coming to Carson City, the chance was too good to be lost. I'm not sure he meant to kill him, but he did mean to have those papers at any cost.
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