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Gascoigne made no further inquiries, but went out with Jack and Captain Hogg, and on board to see the water got in for the bullocks. "Where did you pick up that air, Gascoigne? it is very pretty, but I never heard you sing it before." Gascoigne told him, and also what he had heard from Mr Hicks. "I'm determined, Jack, to see that girl if I can.
On the fourth day they arrived at Malta, and our two midshipmen, as soon as they had settled with the padrone of the vessel, went up to the government house. They found the Governor in the veranda, who held out both his hands, one to each. "Glad to see you, my lads. Well, Jack, how's the leg all right? don't limp? And your arm, Gascoigne?"
"Oh, poor fellow! he is not hurt, I hope?" with a correct look of anxiety such as elated mortals try to super-induce when their pulses are all the while quick with triumph; and Mrs. Davilow, in the same moment, uttered a low "Good heavens! There!" Mr. Gascoigne went on: "He put his shoulder out, and got some bruises, I believe."
Captain Hogg replied it would be an excellent joke, as Gascoigne did before him. Now it must be observed, that the water and the bullocks, and the sheep and fowls, were all on board; and Mr Hicks, having received his money from Jack, had very much altered his manner; he was barely civil, for as he had got all he could out of our hero, he was anxious to get rid of him as well as of Captain Hogg.
Grey spoke very kindly, and held out his hand, but Miss Gascoigne threw it angrily aside; and then, breaking through even the unconscious restraint in which most women, even the most violent, are held by the presence of a man, and especially such a man as the master, she burst out this poor passionate woman, cursed with that terrible pre- dominance of self which in men is ugly enough, in women absolutely hateful
Davilow discerning some criticism of her darling in the fervor of that wish, had not chosen to make any audible reply, though she had said inwardly, "You will not get her to marry for your pleasure"; the mild mother becoming rather saucy when she identified herself with her daughter. To her husband Mrs. Gascoigne said, "I hear Mr.
"All right," said Jack; "but still let us reconnoitre. It's not a farm-house; it must belong to a person of some consequence all the better they will see that we are gentlemen, notwithstanding our tattered dress. I suppose we are to stick to the story of the sea-mews at Gozo?" "Yes," replied Gascoigne; "I can think of nothing better.
An attempt was indeed made by a knot of villains to bring home a charge of treason to Sir Thomas Gascoigne, an aged Roman Catholic baronet of Yorkshire: but twelve of the best gentlemen of the West Riding, who knew his way of life, could not be convinced that their honest old acquaintance had hired cutthroats to murder the King, and, in spite of charges which did very little honour to the bench, found a verdict of Not Guilty.
Fear not, you will soon be another's, for Osman Ali has asked thee for his wife, and I have listened to his request." Now Osman Ali was as old as her father, and Azar hated him. She offered her hand tremblingly, and led Gascoigne into the zenana. The Moor attended them to the threshold, bowed, and left them.
I must be very tender over her very careful what I say to her." And following this intention, instead of sending for Miss Bennett into the dining-room, as Miss Gascoigne probably expected, for she sat in great state, determined to "come to the root of the matter," as she expressed it, Mrs. Grey went out and met her in the hall. "You are the lady whom my sister-in-law engaged as governess?"
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