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By the weight of it, I knew on the instant that he was returning Mrs. Stimcoe's money, "And tell her," said he, "that I will come on Monday morning at nine o'clock as usual." "Yes, sir." I turned to go. I could not see his face in the gloom of the alley, but I had caught one glimpse of it by the lamplight within, and knew what had detained him upstairs.
"There was always a tale about Falmouth that Cap'n Danny had struck a buried treasure," said Mr. Goodfellow. "'Twas a joke in the publics, and with the street boys; but I never heard tell till now that any one took it serious." "He was learning navigation," mused Miss Belcher. "What was the name of his teacher?" "A Captain Branscome, ma'am. He's a teacher at Stimcoe's."
Stimcoe's delicate health, and this again to the subject of damp sheets, and this finally to Mrs. Stimcoe's suggesting that Miss Plinlimmon might perhaps like to have a look at my bedroom. The bedroom assigned to me opened out of Mrs. Stimcoe's own. Mrs. Stimcoe swept this into her pocket with a turn of the hand, and explained frankly that her husband, like most scholars, was absent-minded.
Spargo a mild little man lifted his eyebrows. "Surely, madam " he began in a scandalized tone. "This is Harry Brooks." Mrs. Stimcoe introduced me loftily. "If you wish him to retire, be kind enough to say so, and have done with it. Our boarders, I may say, have the run of the house it is part of Mr. Stimcoe's system. But Harry has too much delicacy to remain where he feels himself de trop.
Philip Stimcoe's," suggested Miss Belcher, as he hesitated. "Proceed, sir." "I shall add, madam, that the Major very kindly invited me to sleep that night under his roof.
Stimcoe's arrival at a marriageable age, with a list of the notabilities assembled; and that it ended in her rapping Doggy Bates over the head with a ruler, for biting his nails. From that moment anarchy reigned. It reigned for a week. I have wondered since how our six day-boys managed to refrain from carrying home a tale which must have brought their parents down upon us en masse.
Stimcoe's books had gone into storage at the pawnbroker's; but in his bare "study," where he heard our construing of Caesar and Homer, stood a screen, and behind it an eighteen-gallon cask.
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