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South-western Ireland in particular is almost Portuguese in the general aspect of its fauna and flora. Third and latest of all in time, though almost contemporary with the southern type, is the central European or Germanic element in our population.
No woman was ever steadily sensible for that period; and I will engage, if that will please you, Flora shall be as unreasonable to-morrow as any of her sex. You must learn, my dear Edward, to consider women EN MOUSQUETAIRE. So saying, he seized Waverley's arm, and dragged him off to review his military preparations.
Throughout the storm the grandmother's fingers pattered soothing caresses, while Flora stood as unruffled by his true surmises as by any, a look of cold interest in her narrowed eyes, and her whole bodily and spiritual frame drinking relief from his transport. Now, while he still raged, she tenderly smiled on their trembling ancestress.
It did not take them long to know and appreciate each other. The mind of Flora was naturally stronger than that of Fanny, partaking slightly of the masculine type; but only sufficient to give it firmness and self-reliance. Her school education had progressed farther, and she had read, and thought, and seen more of the world than Fanny.
But his last words before we stole out that cabin stick to my mind with the very tone of his mutter to himself, not to me: "No! No! I am not going to stumble now over that corpse." "This is what our Mr Powell had to tell me," said Marlow, changing his tone. I was glad to learn that Flora de Barral had been saved from that sinister shadow at least falling upon her path.
Margaret's whole purpose was to wind herself up for the first interview with Flora; and though she had returned to her usual state, she would not go downstairs on the evening the party were expected, believing it would be more grateful to her sister's feelings to meet her without witnesses. The travellers arrived, and Dr. May hurried up to her.
London is the breath of life to me, with its clubs and theaters, and suppers, and jolly good fellows, and " "And Flora!" Jimmie supplemented drily. "D n Flora! She threw up the Friv yesterday and slipped off to the Continent with Dozy Molyneaux. I'm done with her, anyway! But what does it all matter? I'm ruined, and I must go under. Give me a drink, old chap a stiff one."
When Flora appeared at the window, he dropped his ears and turned sadly away. He was looking for his friend of the night before, the little girl that clung so closely around his neck, and begged him to take her to mamma. He did not know Flora. But when she called to him, he answered with a joyful cry. He knew the voice. "Keep away from the big gate," she said, warningly. "Must not open that."
The nun disappeared by the little door for a few minutes; and, on her return, presented the wretched girl a cup of cold water. Flora swallowed the icy beverage, and felt refreshed. Then, by the light of the lamp in the niche, she hastily examined the countenance of the nun; but its expression was cold repulsive stern: and Flora knew that it was useless to seek to make a friend of her.
In a letter written after our dispute, I acquainted her with the cause of it; and she now replies to me that she never had, nor could have, any purpose of giving you encouragement; so that it seems I have acted like a madman. Poor Flora! she writes in high spirits; what a change will the news of this unhappy retreat make in her state of mind!
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