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'Yours concern the honour of the family. 'Deeply: respect them. 'Your relatives have to be thought of, though they are few and not too pleasant. 'If I had thought much of them, what would our relations be? They object to dicing, and I to leading strings. She turned to a brighter subject, of no visible connection with the preceding. 'Henrietta comes in May. 'The month of her colours.
'I kept my eye on you, child, Caroline said. Henrietta made an effort. 'I kept my eye on you, Aunt Caroline. I saw you flirting with Mr. Batty. 'Impudence! Sophia, do you hear her? I only danced with him twice, though I admit he hovered round my chair. They always did. I can't help it. We're all like that. You should have seen your father at a ball! There was no one like him. Such an air!
"You see, madam," said M. de Brevan, when he thought Henrietta had had time enough to read the article, "you see it is not I who advise marriage. If you will become my wife, your honor is safe." "Ah, sir!" In that simple utterance there was so much contempt, and such profound disgust, that M. de Brevan seemed to turn, if possible, whiter than before. "Ah!
If I was "particular friends" with any one, I liked to have him all to myself; when Rupert was "out" with me because of the Weston affair, I was "particular friends" with Henrietta.
''Tis the last night, said Ferdinand, smiling, with a sigh. 'One more song; only one more. Mr. Temple, be indulgent; it is the last night. I feel, he added in a lower tone to Henrietta, 'I feel exactly as I did when I left Armine for the first time. 'Because you are going to return to it? That is wilful. 'Wilful or not, I would that I might never see it again.
Francis Sales had their names on his programme, but with him they used the privilege of old friends and preferred to talk. 'You can keep your dancing for Rose and Henrietta, Caroline said. 'He comes too late for me, Rose said pleasantly. He gave her something remarkably like one of his old looks and she answered it with a grave one. There was gnawing trouble at her heart.
Next, we find this letter of April 10 to Madame Henrietta Drummond, doubtless of the family of Macgregor, called Drummond, of Balhaldie. Charles appears to have had enough of Paris, and is going to Venice. He is anxious to meet the Earl Marischal. 'April 10, 1749.
It is quite another to learn to live day by day without it.... Why, indeed, should she not yield obedience to poor mamma at the least greet Canning's return with some mark of forgiveness, a tiny olive-branch?... Henrietta Cooney's voice spoke, singularly apropos: "You don't seem to be the only one who's been bored lately, Cally that ought to comfort you! Chas and I saw Mr.
I know that dear Armine so well; no one knows him like me; his feelings are too strong: no one has such strong feelings. Now, of all my friends, he is the only man I know who is capable of committing suicide. 'God forbid! said Henrietta Temple, with emphasis. 'I rise every morning with apprehension, said the Count. 'When I call upon him every day, I tremble as I approach his hotel.
No pictures. The assistant went away and he turned to Henrietta. 'It's for you, he said. 'Charles, don't speak so loud. 'I don't care. But I suppose you're ashamed of me. Yes, of course, that's it. 'Don't be silly, Henrietta said, 'and do be quick, because I want some chocolates myself.
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