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AT THE COTTAGE. 15 another word like that, and hang me if I don’t nearly break your neck,” “You insolent——” Captain Armstrong did not finish his sentence, for there was a something in the frank, handsome, manly face of his cousin that meant mischief, and he threw himself into a chair with an angry snarl, such as might be given by a dog who wanted to attack but did not dare. CHAPTER IL. AT THE COTTAGE. ‘Wauart's she a-doing of now?” » ‘“ Blubbering.” “Why, that’s what you said yesterday. She ar’n’t been a plubbering ever since?” “Yes, she have, Bart ; and the day afore, and the day afore that. She’s done nothing else,” “TY hates to see a woman cry,” said the first speaker in a low, surly growl, as he wrinkled his forehead all over and seated himself on the edge of a three-legged table in the low-ceiled cottage of old Dell, the smuggler, a roughly-built place at the head of one of the lonely coves on the South Devon coast. The place was rough, for it had been built at different times, of wreckwood which had come ashore; but the dwelling was picturesque outside, and quaint, nautical, and deliciously clean within, where Abel Dell, Mary’s twin brother, a short, dark young fellow, singularly like his sister, sat upon an old sea-chest fashioning a nc.ting-needle with a big CONnnicloOol<s =a