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It was clean to coolness, as if the very air were washed, but, entering it, Mrs. Neugass flecked an imaginary dust particle from the divan with her apron, then wrapping it muff fashion about her hands. "It ain't big, but it's gumfortable." "Indeed it is!" said Lilly, sniffing in appreciatively. "We doan' got to rent this room, miss. It's our first time. My husband, if he had his way, wouldn't.
But I just couldn't help it. It's all Clara Trowbridge's fault. She insisted on my staying to meet that Renee Labride who dances so divinely in Lady Emmeline. She's sweet. I've seen her eight times." Here she took Honora's arm, and faced her towards the street. "What do you think of my turnout? Isn't he a darling?" "Is he full grown?" asked Honora. Lilly Dallam burst out laughing.
She did not mind Lilly's ill-breeding, nor was she surprised at it. Mrs. Ashe was less tolerant. "Oh, it isn't a bit damp," said Lilly, recalled to herself by this broad hint. "Thank you so much for thinking of it, Mrs. Ashe, but I am just coming in." She seated herself beside Katy, and began to question her rather languidly. "When did you leave home, and how were they all when you came away?"
On the seventh week we arrived at Barbadoes, saw Lady Rodney, Sally Neblet, and several more of the true Barbadian born, drawling, dignity ladies, who entreated in no very dignified manner to “hab de honour for wash for massa captain.” I gave the preference to the relict of Lord Rodney, as she was the oldest acquaintance, and remembered me when I was “a lilly piccaninny midshipman.” I paid my respects to the Admiral, Sir Alex.
"Who's that pretty girl with pink velvet on her hat?" "Dear me! Do you think she's pretty? I don't. Her name is Louisa Agnew. She lives at Ashburn, quite near us; but we don't know them. Her family are not at all in good society." "What a pity! She looks sweet and lady-like." Lilly tossed her head. "They're quite common people," she said.
She went to her dressing-room, and in a few minutes returned, accompanied by Lilly Stewart, her own servant-maid previous to ker marriage, to whom their recent distresses had been no secret, and who was deeply and deservedly in the confidence of the family. Whilst she was, absent in her dressing-room the pedlar resumed his song, as was his custom when alone a circumstance which caused Mrs.
Lilly and others inquired with some curiosity, 'What rarity have you got now? 'Oh, nothing, said I, 'but the first English book printed in America. There was a pause in the sale, while all had a good look at the little stranger. Some said jocularly, 'There has evidently been a mistake; put up the lot again. Mr. Stevens, with the book again safely in his pocket, said, 'Nay, if Mr.
Aaron looked up at him quickly. But almost before there was time to speak, Lilly had slipped into his hat and coat, seized his letters, and gone. It was a rainy night. Lilly turned down King Street to walk to Charing Cross. He liked being out of doors. He liked to post his letters at Charing Cross post office. He did not want to talk to Aaron any more. He was glad to be alone.
I knelt and prayed you, in the name of God, to let me see her once more; to let me hold her to my heart, and kiss her lips, and forehead, and little slender hands. You scorned a poor girl's prayer; you taunted me with my poverty, and locked me from my darling, my Lilly, my all! Oh, woman! you drove me wild, and I cursed you and your husband. Ha! Has your wealth and splendor saved her?
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