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"Indeed, in truth " he faltered, then continued manfully "did I regard your friend as your words imply I would not consent to wait until Tuesday to take her back." A puzzled look spread over Sally's face. "Doth he mean that he is indeed fond of Betty?" she whispered to Peggy under cover of Thomas Ashley's laughter which followed the youth's response. "I fear to say," was Peggy's amused reply.
Colonel and Mrs Saville were full of delight in their new home, and the sense of rest and security which came from being settled down in England, with their children beside them. Arthur's prospects improved from day to day as he became more widely known and appreciated, while Peggy was an hourly comfort and delight.
Lady Darcy always comes to call on mother, and she and father go there to dinner ever so many times, and we are asked to play with Rosalind the Honourable Rosalind. I expect they will ask you to go too. Isn't it exciting?" "I can bear it," said Peggy coldly. "If I try very hard, I think I can support the strain."
And now you must take this one bit of comfort to yourself, Peggy, in your trouble about your friend Captain March: things might have gone a lot harder for him than they did in such a serious case. Vandyke's accusation against him was mighty bad, and there was some evidence to support it.
"I I don't really know, just now," and Margaret hung her head a little; "Peggy wanted me to go to walk with her an hour or so ago, but I was just reading a book that Papa had always told me about, 'The Fool of Quality, you know it? and I did not want to leave it. I ought to have gone; I will go now, and see where they both are.
He put his hand on the door-knob and turned again toward Peggy. But Harriet uttered a cry of anguish. "I'll never see you again, Clifford," she cried. "And father will be broken-hearted. He helped me in this." "Harriet!" he cried. "Do not ask me to believe that Colonel Owen prefers his son's life to his son's honor? I'll not believe it."
I laughed. "Lorraine has the sharpest ears," I said. "Ears!" said Lorraine. "It isn't ears. I smell orris. She's coming. Mr. Dane, will you take Peggy out of that window into the garden? Don't yip, either of you, while you're within gunshot, and don't appear till I tell you." "Lorraine!" came a voice, softly, from the front walk. It was Aunt Elizabeth.
Will had risen to his feet, and answered very coolly, "I can't give it to you." "What do you mean? Have you lost it?" "No, but I can't give it to you." "Have you read it?" "Yes, and that's the reason I don't give it to you. I know if I should you would " "Probably give it to Miss Smithson," cried Agnes, shrilly. "Miss Smithson," going toward Peggy, "I " "Oh, Peggy, Peggy, come with me.
"He's beautiful, Peggy dear, ain't he?" he implored, drinking in with affectionate, fatherly eyes the rosy little face. "Wife darlin', make a long story short an' tell me he's beautiful." Mrs. Grandoken eyed her husband sternly. "Lafe," she admonished, "you're as full of brag as a egg is of meat, and salt won't save you.
And if the husband, coming from the Change or other important affair, seems to be any waies discontented, that all things lies stragling about the house, & are not set in order, presently crafty Peggy finds a fit expedient for it with complaining that her Mistris hath had such an insufferable pain in her head and in her belly, that it was beyond imagination; & also she could get no ease for her, unless she had prepared her some butter'd Ale, and a little mul'd Sack; and this is the reason why all things were not so ready as they ought to have been.
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