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Freke's train, or of delivering her from the perilous height of one of those rocking-stones. It would have been a new incident in a novel." "How that poor girl screamed!" said Belinda. "Was her terror real or affected?" "Partly real, partly affected, I fancy," said Mr. Percival. "I pity her," said Mr. Vincent; "for Mrs. Freke leads her a weary life."
His preaching much, but more his practice wrought, A living sermon of the truths he taught." Lady Delacour wished that she could find a chaplain, who in any degree resembled this charming parish priest, and Dr. X promised that he would the next day introduce to her his friend Mr. Moreton. "Mr. Moreton!" said Belinda, "the gentleman of whom Mr. Percival spoke, Mrs. Freke's Mr. Moreton?"
Freke's leg was much cut and bruised; and now that she was no longer supported by the hopes of revenge, she began to lament loudly and incessantly the injury that she had sustained.
Marriott, indeed, assisted him with her opinion concerning the methodistical books; and when he recollected the forebodings of death which her ladyship had felt, and the terror with which she had been seized on the night of Mrs. Freke's adventure, he was convinced that superstitious horrors hung upon his patient's spirits, and affected her health.
The independent member having taken the Chiltern Hundreds, vacates his seat: a new election comes on directly: the Luttridges are to bring in Freke not Harriot's cousin they have cut him, but her husband, who is now to commence senator: he is to come in for the county, upon condition that Luttridge shall have Freke's borough.
"Quite down? Then we may conclude that my friend Mrs. Luttridge is not yet come to Rantipole. Rantipole, my dear," continued Lady Delacour, turning to Miss Portman, "is the name of Harriot Freke's villa in Kent. However strange it may sound to your ears and mine, I can assure you the name has made fortune amongst a certain description of wits.
So ends the history of one of Mrs. Freke's numerous frolics." "This was the story," said Mr. Vincent, "which effectually changed my opinion of her. Till I heard it, I always looked upon her as one of those thoughtless, good-natured people, who, as the common saying is, do nobody any harm but themselves." "It is difficult in society," said Mr.
Freke's wit, thought she, is like a noisy squib, the momentary terror of passengers; Lady Delacour's like an elegant firework, which we crowd to see, and cannot forbear to applaud; but Lady Anne Percival's wit is like the refulgent moon, we "Love the mild rays, and bless the useful light." "Miss Portman," said Mr. Percival, "are not you afraid of making an enemy of Mrs.
Freke's conversation, though at the time it confounded Belinda, roused her, upon reflection, to examine by her reason the habits and principles which guided her conduct. She had a general feeling that they were right and necessary; but now, with the assistance of Lady Anne and Mr. Percival, she established in her own understanding the exact boundaries between right and wrong upon many subjects.
As she read the wordy columns of report and suspicion, there suddenly shot into Isabelle's mind a memory of a Sunday afternoon in Torso when she and John had ridden by Mr. Freke's mines and John had said in reply to her question, "Mr. Freke and I do business together." Mr.
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