The Lighthouse by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne
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style o' life; it's only fit for sallymanders and bottle-imps. But
when d'ye begin work, lad?" "To-morrow, I believe. At least, I was told to call at the office to-morrow. To-day I have an engagement." "Ay, an' it's time we was under weigh," said Captain Ogilvy, taking his nephew by the arm. "Come along, lad, an' don't keep them waiting." So saying they bade the smith goodbye, and, leaving the forge, walked smartly towards that part of the harbour where the boats lay. "Ruby," said the captain, as they went along, "it's lucky it's such a fine day, for Minnie is going with us." Ruby said nothing, but the deep flush of pleasure that overspread his countenance proved that he was not indifferent to the news. "You see she's bin out of sorts," continued the captain, "for some time back; and no wonder, poor thing, seein' that your mother has been so anxious about you, and required more than usual care, so I've prevailed on the leftenant to let her go. She'll get good by our afternoon's sail, and we won't be the worse of her company. What say ye to that, nephy?" Ruby said that he was glad to hear it; but he thought a great deal more than he said, and among other things he thought that the lieutenant might perhaps be rather in the way; but as his presence was unavoidable, he made up his mind to try to believe that he, the |
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