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"Then there is something wrong with you, too, Mr. Siward." She laughed and started to flick her whip, but at her first motion the horse gave trouble. "The bit doesn't fit," observed Siward. "You are perfectly right," she returned, surprised. "I ought to have remembered; it is shameful to drive a horse improperly bitted."
Picture for a long drive in the best part of the day the longest drive that would not tire her to death!
There were few things she disliked more than a drive with her aunts. They went in the old yellow chariot, with all the windows up, and of course Griselda had to sit with her back to the horses, which made her very uncomfortable when she had no air, and had to sit still for so long.
Tell me that you have only wished to put my affection to the proof that you love no other woman none but me alone! Oh, do not drive me from this house, Edoardo; do not give yourself to another woman! 'Sophia, if I could help it, do you think I would make you weep thus? 'If you could help it? What prevents you? Nothing nothing. 'Honour, Sophia. 'Honour!
"Drive out to the left of the court," said the butler imperatively; "Reverse way to which you entered." The submissive Jehu prepared to obey. The young person in blue serge smiled up at him. "Good afternoon!" said she. "Same to you, mum!" he replied, touching his cap; "And thank ye kindly!"
From the moment in which Mr Melmotte had declared his purpose of standing for Westminster in the Conservative interest, an attempt was made to drive him down the throats of the electors by clamorous assertions of his unprecedented commercial greatness. It seemed that there was but one virtue in the world, commercial enterprise, and that Melmotte was its prophet.
"Yes, and oh, it's so good to be back," said Anne joyously. "I could kiss everything, even to the clock. Marilla, a broiled chicken! You don't mean to say you cooked that for me!" "Yes, I did," said Marilla. "I thought you'd be hungry after such a drive and need something real appetizing. Hurry and take off your things, and we'll have supper as soon as Matthew comes in.
Besides, I was not a little put out over the senseless piece of gossip which had gone abroad concerning me. It had been arranged as part of the day's programme that Mr. Cooke was to drive those who wished to go over the Rise in his new brake. But the table was not graced by our host's presence, Mrs. Cooke apologizing for him, explaining that he had disappeared quite mysteriously.
"No, Graydon," she said, then hesitated, for she felt the color coming into her face, while a strange blur confused every object in the room. "I'm very, very sorry," she added, hastily, after a moment. "I ought not to have come. I'm not equal to this. It wouldn't take you very long to drive home with me, and then you could return. Please, Graydon."
But a mushroom hat trimmed with daisies appeased her, and even at that early age she saw the incongruity of that hat and those nether garments. They were packed, Hugh, Betty, Sara, and the nursery-maid, into the donkey-cart. Betty was supposed to drive, but Hugh and Sara had so large a share in the stage direction of that donkey, that I wonder we ever arrived. We did.
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