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In the rear of the provision came three young gentlemen, of whom the foremost lumped in, singing to one behind him, 'And you shall have little Rosey ! They were clad in cricketing costume, and exhibited the health and manners of youthful Englishmen of station. Frolicsome young bulls bursting on an assemblage of sheep, they might be compared to. The chairman welcomed them a trifle snubbingly.
"Might I not say the same to you regarding your friend, the old Frenchman?" returned Renshaw. "What if I were to confess to you that I lately suspected him of knowing the secret, and of trying to gain your assistance?" Instead of indignantly repudiating the suggestion, to the young man's great discomfiture, Rosey only knit her pretty brows, and remained for some minutes silent.
Mackenzie recounted the anecdote in her best manner to Messrs. Pendennis and Warrington, and Frederick Bayham, who had been invited to meet Mr. Clive in Fitzroy Square when Mr. Binnie chuckled, when Rosey, as in duty bound, looked discomposed and said, "Law, mamma!" not one sign of good-humour, not one ghost of a smile, made its apparition on Clive's dreary face.
But they can't play the old man, Mr. Renshaw. I've told Rosey she must make a visit to the old Ranch. Once I've got her thar safe, I reckon I kin manage Mr. Ferrers and any number of Chinee niggers he kin bring along." Renshaw remained for a few moments lost in thought. Then rising suddenly, he grasped Mr. Nott's hand with a frank smile but determined eyes. "I haven't got the hang of this, Mr.
Every body was eager to push forward and bring Bragg to decisive battle, no matter how strong his laboriously-constructed works were. "Old Rosey may be a little slow to start," Shorty held forth oracularly to the group crouching over the fire, "but when he does start, great Scott, but he's a goer.
"I beg your pardon," stammered Renshaw hastily. "I didn't mean to disturb you I" Without looking at him Rosey turned to her father. "I am ready," she said coldly, and closed the door again. A glance of artful intelligence came into Nott's eyes, which had remained blankly staring at Renshaw's apparently causeless hilarity. Turning to him he winked solemnly.
Hither Miss Rosey brought the purple prodigy, partly to please her father, partly with a view of subjecting it to violent radical changes. But after trying it on before the tiny mirror in the galley once or twice, her thoughts wandered away, and she fell into one of her habitual reveries seated on a little stool before the galley door.
"He didn't say THAT!" said Rand, with an agonized smile. "Order! Sit down in front!" continued Sol easily. "Mrs. Sol highly interested, a mother herself demands name of place. Excitement. Mystery! Rosey rises to occasion comes to front: 'Some one must go; I I will go myself! Myself, coming to center: 'Not alone, dearest; I I will accompany you! A shriek at right upper center.
"Wonder if Rosey'd call him a gentleman if she heard that," he chuckled to himself as he slowly made his way back to the cabin and the small state-room opposite to his daughter's. During the rest of the night he dreamed of being compelled to give Rosey in marriage to his lodger, who added insult to the outrage by snoring audibly through the marriage service.
''Cause, massa, I know'd you'd jaw; you tole me I wears 'em out mighty fass. 'Well, you do, that's a fact; but go to Madam and get a pair; and you, June, you've been a decent nigger, you can ask for a dress for Rosey. How is little June? 'Mighty pore, massa; de ma'am war dar lass night and dis mornin', and she reckun'd he's gwine to gwo sartain. 'Sorry to hear that, said the Colonel.
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