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Run him to earth at last!" And diving down into a crack, Wynd drags out by the collar the unconscious Elsley. "What a swab! Like a piece of wet blotting-paper. Lucky he's not made of salt." "He's dead!" says Naylor. "Not a bit. I can feel his heart. There's life in the old dog yet."
Elsley, under the excitement of expectation, had gone out and deigned to buy laudanum so will an unhealthy craving degrade a man! of old Bolus himself, who luckily did not recognise him. He had taken his fullest dose, and was now unable to go anywhere or do anything.
And this is the girl I recollect, two years ago, singing there in Cavendish Square, as innocent as a nestling thrush!" "Poor child!" said Mellot, "sold at first perhaps sold again now. The plunger has bills out, and she has ready money. I know her settlements." "She shan't do it," said the Major quietly: "I'll write to her to-night." Elsley looked at him keenly.
Just," said he quietly, but in a sort of under-voice, which hinted that he wished her to ask no more questions. A shade passed over her forehead, and she began chatting rather noisily to the rest of the party, till Elsley, her brother, and Campbell went out. Valencia looked up at him, expecting him to go too. Mrs.
"Would that you had never sent me!" said Elsley in his bitter way. "Ah, sir, that's matter of opinion! You would never have been heard of down here, never have had justice done you, I mean; for heard of you have been. There's my daughter has read your poems again and again always quoting them; and very pretty they sound too.
"Lucia Vavasour! your Lucia!" Elsley slowly raised himself upon his elbow, and looked into her face with a sad inquiring gaze. "Elsley darling Elsley! don't you know me?" "Yes, very well indeed; better than you know me. I am not Vavasour at all. My name is Briggs John Briggs, the apothecary's son, come home to Whitbury to die." She did not hear, or did not care for those last words. "Elsley!
Wynd was a Shropshire squire's son, a lissom fair-haired man, the handiest of boxers, rowers, riders, shots, fishermen, with a noisy superabundance of animal spirits, which maddened Elsley.
Not that he dared, or wished, to conduct himself with her as he did with Valencia, even had she not been a married woman; he did not know her as intimately as he did her sister; but still he had a right to behave as the most intimate friend of her family, and he asserted that right; and all the more determinedly because Elsley seemed now and then not to like it.
So concise, and yet so complete." And Headley, poor fool, felt as happy as if he had found a gold mine. "To me," said Elsley, "the fancy rises of some great Eastern monarch sitting in royal state; with ample shoulders sloping right and left, he lays his purple-mantled arms upon the heads of two of those Titan guards who stand on either side his footstool."
Before he has been a week in a house, he'll have the confidence of every woman in it, and 'gad, he does it by saying the rudest things! and the confidence of all the youngsters the week after." "A somewhat dangerous gift," said Elsley, drily. "Ah, yes; he might play tricks if he chose: but there's the wonder, that he don't. I'd answer for him with my own sister.
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