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"What would they have to say about me?" he exclaimed, with a rather unmeaning smile. "I can believe that Sir William grows weary of my presence, and that he sometimes wishes me at the bottom of the sea. 'Tis a pity that he did so ill in prize money. He was born to no fortune, and married a moneyless lady, and here is my father, an Admiral in the British Navy, obliged to dwell in a cottage fit only to make a dwelling-house for a poet, whose calling is, I believe, the poorest paid of any. I am much troubled," he continued in a maudlin way, "to think that I should continue to be a burthen upon the old gentleman. But I assure you on my honour, madam, if I am[Pg 42] not independent of him this moment 'tis not because I have not been as diligent as Old Nick himself in looking about me. But go where I will and ask where I will, the door is shut, the place is full, the answer is nay. What a sweet little dog is that! How happy to be for ever frisking about you and often lifted and caressed!",It was not long before he presented himself, washed and changed, at the general offices. As he went in he asked the girl at the telephone if Mr. Whitney had returned.,"I was hateful to you just now, and most unjust.",“Come here, boy,” called a very stout gentleman, the cross merchant who owned the “Sea Mew.”,Again they heard the feast shout, and he who called was the chief of the Bear society. After they had eaten and smoked the chief said,,Julia attended to the narrative of her mother in silent astonishment, and gave all the sympathy which sorrow could demand. 'Surely,' cried she, 'the providence on whom you have so firmly relied, and whose inflictions you have supported with a fortitude so noble, has conducted me through a labyrinth of misfortunes to this spot, for the purpose of delivering you! Oh! let us hasten to fly this horrid abode—let us seek to escape through the cavern by which I entered.',"He went upstairs a few minutes ago to see your servant," replied the inspector, rising.,"Is there no hope?" asks Geoffrey, gravely.,This satisfied the excited mob and gradually it thinned out as Whitney demanded more details from Bob.,"What in the world did Hannah Ann write to you for?" queried Elinor absently. "She usually sends her weekly reports to me.",The King, in the hope of preventing the misfortune foretold by the old fairy, immediately sent forth a proclamation forbidding everyone, on pain of death, either to spin with a spindle, or to have spindles in their possession.,"Shall we ask the Carsons to our dance, Nicholas?" asks his mother, at this moment..