"And hopes are often a precious part of a young man's portion," said Mrs. Stanley.
Hazlehurst happened to raise his eyes as she spoke, and, from the expression of her face, he fancied that she was thinking of Mrs. Creighton. He changed colour, and remained silent a moment.
"You would be compelled to give up your connexion with Mr. Henley," she observed, by way of renewing the conversation.
"Yes, of course; I should have to abandon that, I could not afford it; I should have to devote myself to my profession. I have no notion, however, of striking my colours to these land-pirates until after a hard battle, I assure you," he said, more cheerfully. "Great generals always prepare for a retreat, and so shall I, but only as the last extremity. Indeed, I think our affairs look more encouraging just now. It seems next to impossible, for such a plot to hold together in all its parts; we shall be able probably, to find out more than one weak point which will not bear an attack."
"It is certainly important to establish the difference in temper and capacity, between the claimant and William Stanley," said Mrs. Stanley.
"Highly important; Ellsworth is hard at work, too, in tracing the past life of the sailor, and by his last letters, I find he had written to young Stanley's school-master, and to the family physician. He had seen the sailor, and in addition to Mr. Wyllys's remarks upon his gait, which is different from that of William when a boy, Ellsworth writes, that he was very much struck with the shape of the man's limbs, so different from those of the portrait of Mr. Stanley's son, when a lad, which they have at Wyllys-Roof; he thinks the family physician may help him there; fortunately, he is still living."
"It is a great pity the nurse's faculties should have failed!" exclaimed Mrs. Stanley.
"Yes, it's a pity, indeed; her evidence would have been very important. But we shall do without her, I hope."
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and was clear of the oily water, now, and upon a sort of
“What choice do I have, my lord? Come with you, or remain
and her fisherfolk did not dare put out into the bay. The
thick, pale limbs crashing through the walls and windows
to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the
stood when Tywin died. Afterward the Freys turned up with
Wex held up five fingers, tapped each one with the dagger,
like the answer. “Where is it you want me to go, my lord?”
gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
and the onion shoved between his teeth served to twist
designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved
or fisherfolk who have never sailed beyond the Bite. For