The Lord of the Sea by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel
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tour. And these two heard what passed.
Hogarth stood suspended, finding no words, till one cried: "Do you mean to put the cap on?" He laughed a little now. "_I!_ The whip! The whip!"--he showed his hunting-crop, and was gone. His manner of speech was rapid, and he had a hoarse sort of voice, almost as of sore-throat. Of the two not farmers, one--the author--enquired as to his name, and farm; the other man--the Moghrabim Jew-that evening recounted to Frankl the words which he had heard. * * * * * * * One afternoon, two weeks later, Loveday, the author, was leaning upon a stile, talking to Margaret Hogarth; and he said: "I love you! If you could _deign_--" "Truth is," she said, "you are in love with my brother, Dick, and you think it is me!" She was a woman of twenty-five, large and buxom, though neat- waisted, her face beautifully fresh and wholesome, and he of middle- size, with a lazy ease of carriage, small eyes set far apart, a blue-velvet jacket, duck trousers very dirty, held up by a belt, a red shirt, an old cloth hat, a careless carle, greatly famed. |
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