The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as "Tommy Upmore"Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Remarkable History of Sir Thomas Upmore, bart., M.P., formerly known as "Tommy Upmore"
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Fiction; Satire
"Oh, I am so sorry! Oh, how very dreadful! I would not have had it
happen, for all the lobsters in the world." As she spoke she knelt by
me, and her cheek touched mine, and a shower of her hair came streaming
down, so that I could put my lips to it.
"Let him pinch away as hard as he pleases," I exclaimed, "he'll be tired
before I am, of this position."
However, it was impossible not to feel, that the position would be
better without its drawbacks. Even love's young dream may be sweeter,
without nightmare; and painful is the bravest smile of pain. With a
quick thought, she ran for the handle of her net, and slipping it out of
the socket, entered the taper end in at the heel of the claw, and with
the aid of my other hand, unlocked my horny handcuff.
CHAPTER XXVI.
BENEATH THEM.
"Now let us go back, as fast as we can," she said, when she had wrapped
up my wrist very softly, with her muslin handkerchief--which I took care
never to restore to her; "the tide is coming in, and if it gets to the
point before us, we shall have to go a mile inland. And I declare, we
have forgotten all about the Professor's signal, which may have been
waving for an hour! And perhaps my dear mother may be waiting for us.
But this unequalled lobster will account for all delay. How quiet he is,
since we tied his claws! I ought to beg your pardon for the liberty I
took, in calling you 'Tommy;' but I was in a fright, and it sounds so
very natural, because of the Professor; and Mamma is almost as bad as he
is."
"I will only ask you one thing," was my answer; "try to be as bad, or as
good, in that way. Call me 'Tommy,' every time you speak. Why, don't you
remember when I put a new leg to your doll? And you gave me such a kiss,
that I have thought of it ever since. And you said--'You are to call me
_Lo_, remember. All the people I like best are to call me _Lo_. And I
think I like you best of almost everybody in the world,' But of course
you have forgotten all that now."
"What extraordinary creatures children are!" she exclaimed, as if she
were the mother of the "Lo"; and then she came nearer to me, and
said--"I remember that you were a great favourite of mine; and I don't
like you not to call me anything. But look, there goes the great
handkerchief!"
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