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Just then Gertrude heard a step behind them, and, turning, she saw George, Mr. Graham's man, running in the direction of the house. He recognised her at once, and exclaimed, "Miss Gertrude, you'll be wet through; and Miss Pace too. Sure, and ye'd better baith hasten to her house, where ye'll be secure."
Now Poe was closely connected with Graham's Magazine, and after "Arthur Gordon Pym," "Louis Fitzgerald Tasistro" does suggest Edgar Allen Poe. But Poe was not Tasistro. So much for the literary history of the Lunacy. The poem begins Chimera I. begins: "An anthem of a sister choristry! And, like a windward murmur of the sea, O'er silver shells, so solemnly it falls!"
She had no home; but lived sometimes with one wealthy relation, sometimes with another always admired, always elegantly dressed; but not always happy. Amidst all Miss Graham's matrimonial disappointments, she had endured none more bitter than that which she had felt when she read the announcement of Sir Oswald Eversleigh's marriage in the "Times" newspaper.
Her eyes met Graham's with the fearless candour which made half the charm of their bright yet soft intelligence; but she dropped them suddenly with a half-start and a change of colour, for the expression of Graham's face was unlike that which she had hitherto seen on it, it was hard, stern, and somewhat disdainful.
He needed some distraction, and he therefore seized upon the rumor of Graham's uprising as a means of solidifying his influence an expedient not unknown to modern rulers. He therefore ordered the prefect Castro to arrest the party. This was done by surprise.
Effie looked a pretty surprise and a pleasure in this girlish burst from her mother, whose habitual serenity made it more striking in contrast, and she forsook Miss Graham's hand and ran forward and disposed the easy-chairs comfortably about the hearth. Colville and Mrs.
Graham's absence and Grace's reception had banished even the thought that he might possibly find a rival in his friend, and his happiness was unalloyed. One sultry summer evening in early July Graham returned to his aunt's residence, and was informed that she was, as usual, at her neighbor's. He went immediately to his room to remove the dust and stains of travel.
"It isn't one that can be put on. Besides, every one hasn't got Imogene Graham's figure to carry it off." "That's her name, then Imogene Graham. It's a very pretty name." "Yes. She's staying with me for the winter. Now that's all I can allow you to know for the present. Come! You must!" "But this is worse than nothing."
"What name shall we give him?" said Swinton. "Why, as my baboon is by title a princess, I think we cannot create him less than a prince. Let us call him Omrah." "Omrah be it then," replied Mr Swinton, "until we can name him in a more serious way." So Omrah was put into the waggon, with Begum to amuse him, and our travellers took their departure from Graham's Town.
Behind followed Fischer, carrying his silk hat and cane in his hand. He paused for a moment as he stepped on the floor of the chapel, and brushed the dust from his trousers. "You can take out the gag now," he ordered the two men. "There isn't much shout in him." They laid him upon a couch, and Joseph obeyed the order. Graham's head swung helplessly on one side.
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