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No. xxiii. p. 135. Mme. de Boufflers's saying to the author of Julie. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I. Sc. 1. Mr. Sharpe was doing what he could by voice and pen to prevent the destruction of many historic buildings in Edinburgh, which the craze for "improvements" caused at this time. St. Giles' Church was unfortunately left to its fate. Witness its external condition at the present day!
"We've done it once before," said Bond. "Don't be anxious about us!" added Clytie. Medora Giles took Abner in her own special care. She knew pretty nearly what he thought of her, and she was inclined to amuse herself though at the same time making no considerable concession by placing herself before him in a more favourable light.
But at that moment there was a shriek of joy, and out from the scarlet and azure petticoats of the nearest steed, there darted a little girl, crying, "Father! father!" and in an instant she was lifted in Master Headley's arms, and was clinging round his neck, while he kissed and blessed her, and as he set her on her feet, he said, "Here, Dennet, greet thy cousin Giles Headley, and these two brave young gentlemen.
And I say it not out of harshness to him, poor fellow, but out of tenderness to you. For how could a woman, brought up delicately as you have been, bear the roughness of a life with him?" She sighed; it was a sigh of sympathy with Giles, complicated by a sense of the intractability of circumstances.
On the following morning he again was there, and Messrs. Giles, Burrows, and Sloman attended with him. Mr. Brown, also, and Mr. Jones were present. On this occasion the meeting was held in Mr. Brown's sitting-room, and they were all assembled in order that Robinson might read over the sale list as he had prepared it. Poor Mr. Brown sat in a corner of his old sofa, very silent.
By this time young Giles had rushed up the stair to the hall, where, as he said truly, Stephen was giving his brother such poor comfort as could be had from sympathy, when listening to the story of the cheerful, brave resignation of the noblest of all the victims of Henry the Eighth.
Again the mountain elves sang, and as they sang, the great hall slowly grew darker than the darkest night, and cold gusts of wind arose wailing in the darkness. Presently Giles felt his body grow weak, strong hands seized him and bore him up, and an instant later a deep sleep blotted out the world. When he awoke, he found himself in a little room.
His whole system seemed paralyzed by amazement. They were thunder-struck at the result of the experiment, and did all they could. Nothing seemed to avail. Giles and Fitzpiers went and came, but uselessly. He lingered through the day, and died that evening as the sun went down. "D d if my remedy hasn't killed him!" murmured the doctor.
I think a commonplace wreath and some lettering were substituted. Saint-Gaudens did the fine bas-relief of Robert Louis Stevenson which was chosen for the monument in St. Giles' Cathedral, Edinburgh. He gave my daughter a medallion cast from this, because he knew that she was a great lover of Stevenson. The bas-relief was dedicated to his friend, Joe Evans.
"Why," began Abner once more, "I had no notion of offending her. But everything I said was the truth." "She wasn't offended," said Giles, with a smile; "only 'skeered. You must have been pretty tart." "I can't help it. It makes me so hot to have such things happening " "I know," said Giles. "We're all made hot, now and then, in one way or another."
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