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But latterly the archdeacon had not been successful in his resolutions; and on the present occasion Mrs Clantantram stuck to him till the banquet was over. Dr Gwynne got a baronet's wife, and Mrs Grantly fell to the lot of a baronet. Charlotte Stanhope attached herself to Mr Harding in order to make room for Bertie, who succeeded in sitting down in the dining-room next to Mrs Bold.
And, as he grew a youth, what delicious sweetness in these continued dreams! what pride to think himself "in love" and with such a woman! Folly it was hopeless folly for she had been long betrothed to one she loved. But that was not Owen Gwynne. Alas! Alison, like many another proud, passionate woman, had married in sudden anger, thereby wrecking her whole life!
In the midst of their conversation came the visitation always so important in remote country districts the every-other-day's post. "For you not me. I have few correspondents. So I will go to my duties, while you attend to yours," said Mrs. Gwynne, and departed. When she came in again, Captain Rothesay was pacing the room uneasily. "No ill news, I hope?"
'Will you allow me to take wine with you and wish you success, sir? said Mr Gwynne. 'Who knows but we may see you Bishop of London some day? Miss Hall, Freda, will you join us? Mr Gwynne became quite animated. He felt proud that the son of his most respectable tenant should be going to take a London curacy. Freda bent rather less stiffly than usual to Mr Rowland Prothero.
I don't say but that San Francisco would be the better for a good spring cleaning, but the State's not nearly so bad as it's painted, not nearly so bad as it's painted." He delivered his repeated phrases with an unctuous indulgent roll that made Gwynne long to grind his teeth. But the prospective American merely raised an interrogative eyebrow.
He must have got off at Attica, but, no, he couldn't have got here this soon by road. By glory, I hope the boat didn't strike a snag or a rock, or run ashore somewhere. Looks kind of serious, boys." "Couldn't he have landed almost anywhere in a skiff?" inquired Gwynne, his eyes on the approaching horseman. "Certainly he could, but why? He had business down at Covington, he said."
She saw herself penniless homeless escaping only with life. But that life she owed to Harold Gwynne. How everything had chanced she never paused to consider. There was a sweetness, even a wild gladness, in the thought of peril from which Harold had come to save her. She heard his voice eager with anxiety. "Miss Rothesay! hasten. The fire is gaining on us fast!"
Gwynne, and to thank him for taking care of my child." They talked for a few minutes, and then Olive persuaded her mother to return to the house. "You will come, Mr. Gwynne?" said Mrs. Rothesay. He answered, hesitating, that the afternoon would close soon, and he must go on to Farnwood Hall. Mrs. Rothesay rose from her chair with the touching, helpless movement of one who is blind.
Before ten o'clock they had met, not only Sieber, but Turner's troop from Verde, coming full tilt, and Gwynne was now turned over to the doctor's care. Startled suddenly from his sleep, it was indeed a dreadful sight, and one calculated to shake the nerves of many an old soldier, that greeted Pike's eyes as he peered over the rocky parapet in front of him. One glance was sufficient.
The minute she sot eyes on me she " "I didn't marry you, Phin Striker, because you was purty, let me tell you that," exclaimed Eliza, witheringly. Gwynne, who had been listening to all this with a queer sinking of the heart, interrupted what promised to develop into an acrimonious wrangle over pre-connubial impressions.
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