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Mrs. Dusautoy's wicked glance had so nearly demolished the restraint on her friend's dimples, that she turned her back on her, and commended the finish of a solitary downy feather that lay detached beside the bird.
'Pray, has Kendal made up his mind what to do with Gilbert? 'I have heard nothing lately; I hope he is grown too old for India. 'Gilbert is rather too well off for his good, said Mr. Ferrars; 'the benefit of a profession is not evident enough. 'I know what I wish! If he could but be Mr. Dusautoy's curate, in five or six years' time, what glorious things we might do with the parish!
Dusautoy's face all through the narration, from under her thick black eyelashes, and at the end she drew a sigh of relief, and seemed to catch the smile of glad gratitude and affection. There was a precedent, which afforded incredible food to the tumultuous cravings of a heart that had been sinking in sullen gloom under the consciousness of an unpleasing exterior.
It was with a strong effort that she brought her attention back to Him Who controlleth the sickness that destroyeth at noon-day. But Mr. Dusautoy's deep, powerful intonations roused her wandering thoughts, and she was calmed and reassured by the holy Feast, in which she joined with her husband. Mr.
Dusautoy, 'but it is a fact that she did poor George Dusautoy the honour to marry him. 'Mr. Dusautoy's brother? 'Ay he was a young surgeon, just set up in practice, exactly like John nay, some people thought him still finer-looking. She was a Miss Greenaway Cavendish, a stock-broker's heiress of a certain age. 'Oh! expressively cried Albinia. 'You may say so, returned Mrs. Dusautoy.
'How long ago was the date of her last letter? 'Nearly three weeks, said Albinia. 'Poor child, how could she write with the catalogue raisonnee of the Louvre to learn by heart? The Dusautoys yearly gave a Christmas tea-party to the teachers in the Sunday-school, who had of late become more numerous, as Mr. Dusautoy's influence had had more time to tell. Mrs.
She had never got over the first blow of Mr. Dusautoy's innovations, and felt as if her nephew had gone over to the enemy. She was doubly ungracious at the Sunday dinner, and venomously critical of the choir's chanting, Mr. Hope's voice, and the Vicar's sermons. The worst scrape came in March.
Dusautoy's kind representation, I have resolved to give the young man a trial, and provided he convinces me by his conduct that I may safely entrust your happiness to him, I have told his uncle that I will not withhold my sanction. With a shriek of irrepressible feeling, Lucy looked from father to mother, and clasped her hands, unable to trust her ears.
'For a black eye? cried the hard-hearted mother, laughing. 'You should have seen what Maurice and Fred used to do to each other. 'Oh, tell me, mamma, cried Maurice, eagerly. 'Not now, master, she said, not thinking his pugnacity in need of such respectable examples. 'It would be more to the purpose to ask Mr. Cavendish Dusautoy's pardon for such very bad behaviour. Mr.
Meadows has absolutely let Gilbert take her to drink tea at the Drurys! Only I am sorry Sophy should miss you, for she was so good about going, because Lucy wanted to do something to her fernery. Of course you are come for Sunday, and the christening? 'Yes, that is, to throw myself on Dusautoy's mercy. 'We will send Mr.
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