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Glad she hasn't taken a fancy to some haw-haw fellow, like that fool Barold. Girls generally do. Burmistone's worth ten of him." Lucia, who had been looking steadily out of the carriage-window, turned, with an amazed expression. Lady Theobald had received a shock which made all her manacles rattle. She could scarcely support herself under it. "Do I" she said. "Am I to understand that Mr.
"She would do as she chose," said Barold petulantly. "She would do things which were unusual; but I was not referring to her in particular. Why should I?" "Ah!" said Burmistone. "I only thought of her because it did not strike me that one would ever feel she had exactly blundered. She is not easily embarrassed. There is a sang-froid about her which carries things off."
Don't deride my youth and ignorance, Miss Bassett." "You can call it L'Argentville, if you would rather," she replied. "I would rather try the other, thank you," he laughed. "It has a more hilarious sound. Will they despise me at Bloody Gulch, Miss Bassett? I never killed a man in my life." Barold turned, and walked away, angry, and more melancholy than he could have believed.
Is it enough to make one angry, do you think? Is it enough?" He did not tell her whether he thought it enough, or not. He looked at her with steady eyes. "Lucia," he said, "I wish you would let me go and talk with Lady Theobald." "You?" she said with a little start. "Yes," he answered. "Let me go to her. Let me tell her, that, instead of marrying Francis Barold, you will marry me.
Barold happening to make his adieus at the same time, they were escorted by him down to the vehicle from the Blue Lion. When he had assisted them in, and closed the door, Octavia bent forward, so that the moonlight fell full on her pretty, lace-covered head, and the sparkling drops in her ears. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "if you stay here at all, you must come and see us.
During the whole of the evening, in fact, it was always Lady Theobald who was placed at a disadvantage, Lucia discovered. She could hardly realize the fact at first; but before an hour had passed, its truth was forced upon her. Capt. Barold was a very striking-looking man, upon the whole.
"Well," she said, after thinking a moment, "the game will soon be ended. I am going through the conservatories with Lord Lansdowne in course of time; but I dare say he can wait." She went back, and finished her game, apparently enjoying it as much as ever. When it was over, Barold made his way to her.
Burmistone is fond of her. They are great friends. Man needs a woman at such times." "And he chose Belinda Bassett?" "In the first place, he is on friendly terms with her, as I said before," replied Barold; "in the second, she's just what he wants well-bred, kind-hearted, not likely to make rows, et caetera."
Francis Barold, as if it were the most natural thing in the world that they should be offered; she joked in what Mrs. Burnham designated "her Nevada way" with the Rev. Arthur Poppleton, who appeared more frequently than had been his habit at the high teas. She played croquet with that gentleman and Mr.
The poor under my care are better off since she came, and there are some who have seen her more than once, though she did not go as a teacher or to reprove them for faults; and her way of doing what she did was new to them, and perhaps much less serious than they were accustomed to, and they liked it all the better." "Ah!" commented Barold again. "Flannel under-garments, and that sort of thing."
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