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An African Millionaire

Creator: Allen, Grant, 1848-1899
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Mrs. Brabazon laughed. "Uncle Aubrey! Oh, dear, no. Poor dear old Uncle Aubrey! Why, the darling old soul hasn't a penny to bless himself with, except his pension. He's a retired post captain." And she laughed melodiously. She was a charming woman. "Then I should disregard Uncle Aubrey's feelings," Sir Charles said decisively. "No, no," the curate answered. "Poor dear old Uncle Aubrey! I wouldn't do anything for the world to annoy him. And he'd be sure to notice it." We went back to Amelia. "Well, have you got them?" she asked. "No," Sir Charles answered. "Not yet. But he's coming round, I think. He's hesitating now. Would rather like to sell them himself, but is afraid what 'Uncle Aubrey' would say about the matter. His wife will talk him out of his needless consideration for Uncle Aubrey's feelings; and to-morrow we'll finally clench the bargain." Next morning we stayed late in our salon, where we always breakfasted, and did not come down to the public rooms till just before déjeûner, Sir Charles being busy with me over arrears of correspondence. When we _did_ come down the concierge stepped
The Rulers of the Lakes A Story of George and Champlain

CHAPTER I THE HERALDS OF PERIL The three, the white youth, the red youth, and the white man, lay deep in the forest, watching the fire that burned on a low hill to the west, where black figures flitted now and then before the flame. They did not stir or speak for a long time, because a great horror was upon them. They had seen an army destroyed a few days before by a savage but invisible foe. They had heard continually for hours the fierce triumphant yells of the warriors and they had seen the soldiers dropping by hundreds, but the woods and thickets had hid the foe who sent forth such a rain of death. Robert Lennox could not yet stop the quiver of his nerves when he recalled the spectacle, and Willet, the hunter, hardened though he was to war, shuddered in spite of himself at the memory of that terrible battle in the leafy wilderness. Nor was Tayoga, the young Onondaga, free from emotion when he thought of Braddock's defeat, and the blazing triumph it meant for the western tribes, the enemies of his people.
forward with a twisted little feminine note for Amelia. She took it and read it. Her countenance fell. "There, Charles," she cried, handing it to him, "you've let the chance slip. I shall _never_ be happy now! They've gone off with the diamonds." Charles seized the note and read it. Then he passed it on to me. It was short, but final:-- "Thursday, 6 a.m. "DEAR LADY VANDRIFT--_Will_ you kindly excuse our having gone off hurriedly without bidding you good-bye? We have just had a horrid telegram to say that Dick's favourite sister is _dangerously_ ill of fever in Paris. I wanted to shake hands with you before we left--you have all been so sweet to us--but we go by the morning train, absurdly early, and I wouldn't for worlds disturb you. Perhaps some day we may meet again--though, buried as we are in a North-country village, it isn't likely; but in any case, you have secured the grateful recollection of Yours very cordially, JESSIE BRABAZON. "P.S.--Kindest regards to Sir Charles and those _dear_ Wentworths, and a kiss for yourself, if I may venture to send you one." "She doesn't even mention where they've gone," Amelia exclaimed,