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"Really! But all this evidence is circumstantial. Have you searched my house?","Oh, madam," said Mr Lawrence, with a little blush in his face, "I did not intend my poor representation of the fascinations of a voyage to the West Indies for the ear of so experienced a sailor, and so keen an observer as Captain Acton.","What do you see? The French Flotilla?" cried Miss Acton in a voice tremulous with agitation. She darted her eyes through her glasses over the sea.,"Oh, yes, I am quite ready," says Mona, starting somewhat guiltily. And then they pass out through the big yard-gate, with the two dogs at their heels, and their attendant squire, who brings up the rear with a soft whistle that rings through the cool night-air and tells the listening stars that the "girl he loves is his dear," and his "own, his artless Nora Creana.","Have hard work gettin' away from her, Maurice?" he asked.,She laid down the little worn book just as the soft notes of the gong floated up from the lower hall.,"Now, then, cheer up, Paddy!" he says to the boy: "yonder lies an oasis in our howling wilderness.","You! At your time of life, brother, going a voyage to the West Indies with every probability of the French making a prisoner of you and Lucy!" cried Miss Acton in the[Pg 108] high key in which she saluted the ear when she was alarmed.,At this moment the dining-room door opened and the daughter of the house entered the room.,"I cannot explain it, madam," said the Queen, "unless the cause is due to the child I hope one day to have, who will perhaps be less unhappy than I am.","Well, maybe that ain't stealin' it, but if it ain't what would you call it, Willium?",Frank Stanhope turned slowly and held out his hands..