Commodore Junk — page 48: what you’re looking at

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BROUGHT TO BOOK. 41 “* Been no use,” said the constable. ‘TI said to Billy Niggs here: ‘ Niggs,’ I said, ‘them two’ll make for their boat, and get away.’ ‘Ay, zhure, that they ’ool,’ he said. Didn’t yoa, Billy ?” : “ Ay, zhure, sir, that’s just what I did say,” cried a con- stable, with a face like a fox-whelp cyder apple. ‘‘So I sent on two men to be ready in the boat. Come on, my lads.” The boat was pulled ashore. The two constables in charge leaped out with the grapnel, and dropped it on the sand ; and then in silence the party with their prisoners walked slowly back, and beneath the spot where Mary stood like a figure carved out of the rock, far above their heads, till they had gone out of sight, without once looking up or making a sign. Then the poor girl sank down in the rocky niche where she had climbed first, and burst into an agonised fit of weeping. ‘‘ Father—mother—brother—all gone! Lover false! Alone —alone—alone!” she sobbed. ‘ What have I done to deserve it all? Nothing!” she cried, fiercely, as she sprang to her feet and turned and shook her clenched fists landward. ‘“ Nothing but love a cold, cruel wretch. Yes, love; and now—oh, how I hate him—and all the world!” She sank down again in the niche all of a heap, and sat there with the sun slowly sinking lower, and the sea-birds wheeling round and round above her head, and watching her with inquisitive eyes, as they each now and then uttered a mournful wail, which sounded sympathetic, though probably it was the gullish expression of wonder whether the crouching object was good to eat. And there she sat, hour after hour, till 1t was quite dark, when she began slowly to descend, asking herself what she should do to save her brother and his friend, both under a misconception, but suffering for her sake. GomilGbooks =>)