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The fair girl and the little child. These should be his memory of womanhood. In Reginald's room kind-hearted Mrs. Hawthorne was weeping bitterly. She loved John as her own son, but no one ever dreamed of disputing the tyrannical dictates of the master of Hollywood, however unjust they might be.
A flush of crimson rose to Reginald's brow at these words. Then his mother believed him to be all that he had thought himself, and little suspected what he really was. But then, supposing he divulged his secret, what about debts which he had contracted, and extravagant habits which he had formed?
Victor saw that this petty deception on the part of her lover stung Paulina keenly. She had been deeply wounded by Reginald's cold and selfish policy; but until this moment she had never felt the pangs of jealousy. "So he was flirting with one of your fashionable English coquettes, while I was lonely and friendless in a strange country," she exclaimed.
"When he hasn't his master to hound him on, he'll let me alone. He does it to please the other, and when Lord Reginald's eye is off him, he won't bother himself about me." As may be supposed, Ben and Dick had very little time for conversation.
I actually rubbed my eyes, and said to myself, 'I can't have come home. It's Boulogne still, it isn't Carlingford!" "There was no company," said Ursula with dignity; "there was only our own party. A friend of Reginald's and a friend of mine join us often in the evening, and there is papa's pupil if you call that a party. We are just as quiet as when you went away. We never invite strangers.
Walkham's experience, too, and Reginald's remarks on the busts of Shakespeare and Balzac unmistakably pointed toward the new and horrible spectre that Ethel's revelation had raised in place of his host. And then, again, the other Reginald appeared, crowned with the lyric wreath. From his lips golden cadences fell, sweeter than the smell of many flowers or the sound of a silver bell.
Yes, small job as it was in Mr Sniff's estimation, he knew the way to go about it, and had a very good notion what was the right scent to go on and what the wrong. The one thing that did put him out at first was Reginald's absolutely truthful replies to all the pleasant clergyman's questions. This really did bother Mr Sniff.
She has been talking a great deal about it to me. She talks vastly well; I am afraid of being ungenerous, or I should say, TOO well to feel so very deeply; but I will not look for her faults; she may be Reginald's wife! Heaven forbid it! but why should I be quicker-sighted than anyone else? Mr.
He said the last words so significantly, and with such a look, that all the blood of all the Stanfords rushed red to Reginald's face. "The deuce take your inuendoes!" he exclaimed. "What do you mean?" "Don't ask me," said Doctor Frank. "I hate to tell a lie: and I won't say what I suspect. Suppose we change the subject. Where is Sir Ronald Keith?"
It was a considerable tax on Reginald's temper to be addressed in language like this, even by a lady, and he could not help retorting rather hotly, "I'm glad you are only a woman, Mrs Wrigley, for I wouldn't stand being called a thief by a man, I assure you!" "Oh, don't let that make any difference!" said she, fairly in a rage, and advancing up to him. "Knock me down and welcome!
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