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"Oh, I'm so glad you came, Billy," she said. "You can help me decorate uncle's grave." "Only one thing to do," reasoned Billy, "take what we want an' let the rest go." "Another slice, John!" said Pledge, pushing his plate, and cutting a big chunk from a loaf..
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Reading in the dry, suffering eyes she had turned upon him a purpose stronger than life itself, what could he do but take her in his arms and ask her to forgive him for the old meddler he was? Perhaps he had erred in this. He did not want to think so. But she looked so much like her mother that morning it might be— "Rejected, but she has a hankering for him still," said the old lady with one of those smiles of knowingness which make the lineaments[Pg 200] ghastly when bitter sorrow and tragic trouble are the topics talked about. The Admiral sat at table before a meal that betokened total neglect on his part of all thought of digestion. The dinner in short, so far as it had been served, consisted of a round of boiled beef, carrots and turnips, and a dish of potatoes smoking in their jackets, a stout loaf of black crust, a dish of fine yellow butter, and at Sir William's elbow was a silver mug with a thick glass bottom, just filled foaming to the brim from a cask of the very best ale at that time brewed in England, and in those days a glass of fine ale was a more delicious draught, more thirst-quenching, more appealing to all the secret feelings of the interior than the finest liquor that has been drunk since, call it what you will. "Well!" she cried in a note that was like[Pg 198] a suppressed scream with excitement, fear, and expectation. "What have you heard? Is there any news of her? What have you to tell me?".
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