This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...guileless faces; and Moira, who could aim straight herself, clasped her hands with enthusiasm. Even the Hermit, whose brilliant shooting was the admiration of Borrisdeane, missed occasionally. With bated breath she asked if Captain Milton had ever done so. Milton, with the tail of his eye upon Major Haviland's face, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...guileless faces; and Moira, who could aim straight herself, clasped her hands with enthusiasm. Even the Hermit, whose brilliant shooting was the admiration of Borrisdeane, missed occasionally. With bated breath she asked if Captain Milton had ever done so. Milton, with the tail of his eye upon Major Haviland's face, said "of course he had. Once when he had fired from a dogcart, going fast, he had only winged his bird, and again" But here Major Haviland upset the coal bucket, saying, " For God's sake let's go to bed," and the tale of the second miss remained untold. It was a lively night, with no lack of tiny guests in the uncleanly beds. Mary Maria, taxed with the fact in the morning, said it must be the Brothers' school that was there last week, for up to that she never saw but three. It would appear she had counted them carefully. Eva and Moira woke unrefreshed, to clamour for baths, and be informed that there were but two in the house--one already adopted by the Havilands, with reversion to Mr. Cromartin; the other, now in the room of Captain Milton, just across the passage. The soft sea-air poured through the open windows, the lap of the waters awoke memories of Borrisdeane, the two yearned to be up and out in the now brilliant sunlight. Mary Maria, summoned again and again, bore inquiry patiently, but was apparently too shy to hurry Milton over his dressing. "James, the boots, is away to Mass," she said, "an' sure I couldn't be inthrudin' on the gentleman. But in a minnit, miss, in a minnit." The morning called invitingly, and Mary Maria came not; further peals on the bell were unanswered, so that Moira, her pretty hair all tumbled, went to the door to call. "For I'm sure I heard her coming up," she sai...
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