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Then Dame Pettiford gave them milk and oat-cakes in a bowl, a bit of honey in the comb, and a cup of strawberries; and Cicely fell fast asleep with the last of the strawberries in her hand. So they came up out of the south through Shipston-on-Stour, in the main-traveled way, and with every mile Nick felt home growing nearer.
We went in the Democrat, at my request; for I wus in hopes Cicely would come home with us. And she did. We had a good ride. I sot in front with Josiah at his request; and what made it pleasanter wuz, the boy stood up in the Democrat behind me a good deal of the way, with his arms round my neck, a kissin' me. And when I waked up in the mornin', I wus glad to think they wus there.
"Who wrote this rubbish?" he asked, looking over his glasses at Mrs. Clinton. "I did, father," said Cicely, blushing. "Good for you, Siskin!" broke in Dick. "Very well done. It gives the entertainment an air." "I helped with the accents," said Angela. "Well," said the Squire, "I don't like it.
Cicely joined in her laughter. "It WOULD be funny!" she said "But whatever happens, I do hope Roxmouth isn't going to drive us away from the Manor this summer. You won't let him, will you?" Maryllia hesitated a moment. "It will depend on circumstances," she said, at last "If he persists in staying at Badsworth, I must leave the neighbourhood. There's no help for it.
Cicely was a phenomenal cotton-picker, and John accompanied her to the fields and stayed by her hours at a time, though occasionally he would complain of his head, and sit under a tree and rest part of the day while Cicely worked, the two keeping one another always in sight. They did not have a great deal of intercourse with other people.
Nevertheless, I will send me my letter by means of your knight to Bishop Gardiner. Cicely Elliott hung her head on her chest. 'I do not ask its contents, but you may give it me. Katharine brought it out from the bosom of her dress, and the dark girl passed it up her sleeve. 'This shall no doubt ruin you, she said. 'But get you to our mistress. I will carry your letter. Katharine started back.
Whither they were going he did not care. He was English: this was England still! He set his teeth and threw back his shoulders. "I be na feared of him!" said he. "But my father will come for us soon, won't he, Nick?" faltered Cicely. "Eigh! just don't he wish that he might!" laughed Goole. "Oh, ay," said she, and nodded bravely to herself; "he may be very busy now, and so he cannot come.
La Fleur gazed reflectively upon the ground. "I never thought of it before," she said, "but Miss Cicely would make a very good wife for a gentleman like Mr. Haverley. But that's neither here nor there, and none of our business, Michael. But if you hear anything more about this marriage between Mr. Haverley and Miss Bannister, I wish you'd come and tell me.
Jeffrey glanced at the tracks which the moonlight showed very clearly in the new-fallen snow. "Sir Christopher Harflete's grey mare," he said. "I know the shoeing and the round shape of the hoof. Doubtless he is visiting Mistress Cicely." "Whom I have forbidden to him," grumbled Sir John, swinging himself from the saddle. "Forbid him not," answered Jeffrey, as he took his horse.
"When?" asked Lady Cromarty. "Where can I have seen him last?" wondered Cicely with an innocent air. "Not for two or three weeks certainly," said Lady Cromarty decisively. "And he can't have lost it then if this advertisement is only just put in." "No, of course not," Cicely agreed. "Well," said Sir Reginald, "he'll miss his ring more than his brother!
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