She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. " The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. " The object of this discussion sat motionless. " As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his slumbers. The appearance of the new-comer was extremely prepossessing; and, after his trepidation had a little subsided, Wood began to regard him with some degree of interest. " "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain. "My father!" she whispered.
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