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Ronald left her standing at the table, walked into the sitting-room alone, and suddenly realised that when you have thought of a thing continuously, day and night, during the best part of a week, and kept it to yourself, it is not easy to begin explaining it to another person even though that other person be your always kind, always understanding, altogether perfect wife!
Will you please to imagine what life would have been like if we had married first, and found out afterwards that we had made a mistake." "Of course that would have been awful," said Ronald. "But then it would not be a mistake, because I love you like anything, Joe!" "Oh, nonsense!
Malcolm was wild with joy when Ronald returned with the account of his interview with the king and its successful result, and had his not been a seasoned head, the number of bumpers which he drank that night in honour of Marshal Saxe would have rendered him unfit for travel in the morning.
"Aye, Edmund, Edmund," exclaimed Sir Ronald Bury, as he broke in upon Wynne's privacy, "at thy whimsical labours again, I see." "Nay, not whimsical, Ronald," was the gentle reply. "My elixir is nearly right; only one ingredient more is wanted, and then!" "And then, what?" laughed the knight. "Why, then I shall have discovered what all the sages of the earth have sought in vain."
Remember he has looked forward to having you with him in business ever since you were born, and it is awfully hard on him to be disappointed just when he is beginning to feel old and tired, and would be glad of a son's help. It is not easy to give up the dream of twenty years!" Ronald felt conscience-stricken.
Another day we visited Stafford House, where Lord Ronald Gower, himself an artist, did the honors of the house, showing us the pictures and sculptures, his own included, in a very obliging and agreeable way. I have often taken note of the resemblances of living persons to the portraits and statues of their remote ancestors.
Ronald Tower, you should deal with me as if I were a criminal or a lunatic, and seek to part me from those who would befriend me?" "Hush, little girl," interposed Voles, with mock severity. "You don't know what you're saying. You are hurting your dear aunt's feelings. She is your aunt. I ought to know, considering that you are my daughter!" "Your daughter!"
"You'll find plenty of room nothing much doing there this morning." He turned away, and Spargo recommenced his apparently aimless perambulation of the dreary, depressing corridors. "Upon my honour!" he muttered. "Upon my honour, I really don't know what I've come up here for. I've no business here." Just then he turned a corner and came face to face with Ronald Breton.
Ronald grasped him warmly by the hand. "It is just what I expected of you, Maurice! When we first met, and I was so strongly attracted to you, an internal prescience whispered that you had within you the very qualities which are asserting their existence to-day."
Ronald paused a moment, and, pointing downwards, said: "Your daughter, then, I fancy?" "Yes." "Long dead?" "Very long; more than fifty years." Ronald stared, but said nothing audibly.
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