. John Rous; a Queen Anne story in Australian setting, showing in simple words the passage of a not uneventful life animated throughout by an inborn and unconquerable love of the sea and a most ardent patriotism . de his bed-curtains gently, exclaiming as Idid so, Well, sir! my mind is made up. My goodfriend Captain Woodes-Rogers will have to providehimself with another secretary. As for myself, I willnever desert Mr. Exon; but I dont want to go out toBombay—at all events just at present. Pish! Psha! cries Mr. Barnaby, with night-capover his nose, and drawing up his knees in the , I
. John Rous; a Queen Anne story in Australian setting, showing in simple words the passage of a not uneventful life animated throughout by an inborn and unconquerable love of the sea and a most ardent patriotism . de his bed-curtains gently, exclaiming as Idid so, Well, sir! my mind is made up. My goodfriend Captain Woodes-Rogers will have to providehimself with another secretary. As for myself, I willnever desert Mr. Exon; but I dont want to go out toBombay—at all events just at present. Pish! Psha! cries Mr. Barnaby, with night-capover his nose, and drawing up his knees in the , I see! Apron-string, and so forth; but thourta brave lad, bless thee! and thou shalt to Bombay,and that soon; and make thy fortune, too. Go out,sir! Work hard and return rich in gold, mohurs andrupees, and richer than all the wealth of Ormuz andof Ind can make thee, in respect of thy beauteousSylvia, who is only (bless her honest little soul) atrifle timid at the present juncture. Tis not timidity, sir! cried I, resenting the impu-tation on the instant. No! neither it is, John! replied Mr. Barnaby, atthe same time looking me full in the face. Tis love,sir! and see that she love thee not beyond thy His Excellence Captain Woodes-Rogerss Farewell TO JOHSi ROUS. CHAPTER XXV. Wherein I Sign My Abdication. Mr. Barnaby, who had called on Mr. Exon and in-formed him pretty fully of my recent strong tempta-tion and how I had come out of it, obtained me a wholeholiday the more conveniently to wait upon CaptainWoodes-Rogers with my final decision. It appeared that, although his Excellency had givenme time to consider, my declining the splendid offerhe had made me was the very last thing in his imagi-nation. I found him alone. On his table were despatchboxes and books and papers. A yellow wax taper,just whiffed out, stood on the edge of the standishbefore him, and a strong though by no means unplea-sant smell of sealing-wax pervaded the air of theapartment. On a couch against the
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