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He is losing his time, and wasting sentiments it is cruel should be wasted." Ashmead said he dared not take any liberty with Mr. Vizard. So the thing went on. Severne made acquaintance with the manager, and obtained the entre'e behind the scenes.
But soon she was awake, restless, and raving: still her character pervaded her delirium. No violence. Nothing any sore injured woman need be ashamed to have said: only it was all disconnected. One moment she was speaking to the leader of the orchestra, at another to Mr. Ashmead, at another, with divine tenderness, to her still faithful Severne.
Severne received it at breakfast, and laid it before Zoe, which had a favorable effect on her mind to begin. Poikilus reported that the money was in good hands. He had seen the lady. She made no secret of the thing the sum was 4,900 pounds, and she said half belonged to her and half to a gentleman. She did not know him, but her agent, Ashmead, did.
Anyway, he paid for his whistle; for he lost three hundred pounds." "Three hundred pounds!" cried the terrible old maid. "Where ever did he get them to lose?" Severne divined that he had nothing to gain by fiction here; so he said, sullenly, "I got them from Vizard; but I gave him value for them." "You need not publish our private transactions, Ned," said Vizard.
She was grieved at the pain she had given, and rose to retire, for she felt they were both on dangerous ground; but, as she turned away, she made a little, deprecating gesture, and said, softly, "Forgive me." That soft tone gave Severne courage, and that gesture gave him an opportunity.
That is a pun. It is half an hour, by rail, from Frankfort to Homburg, and the party could not be seated together. Vizard bestowed Zoe and Lord Uxmoor in one carriage, Fanny and Severne in another, and himself and a cigar in the third. Severne sat gazing piteously on Fanny Dover, but never said a word. She sat and eyed him satirically for a good while, and then she said, cheerfully, "Well, Mr.
The carriage was drawn up, Ashmead opened the door in a trice, and La Klosking, followed by Vizard, stepped out, and stood like a statue before Edward Severne and Zoe Vizard. Severne dropped her arm directly, and was panic-stricken.
The trees, being young, made all the closer shade, and the gravel-walk meandered, and shut them out from view. Severne used to enter this shrubbery by a little gate leading from the meadow, and wait under the trees till Zoe came to him. Vizard's advertisements alarmed him, and he used to see the coast clear before he entered the shrubbery, and also before he left it.
If Poikilus settles here, he will be drawn through the horse-pond by small-minded rustics once a week." While he was going on like this, Zoe felt uncomfortable, and almost irritated by his volubility, and it was a relief to her when Severne returned.
This good, artful girl felt sure such a declaration, made a few months hence in Barfordshire, would be accepted, and herself left in the cold. Therefore she resolved it should be made prematurely, and in Prussia, with Severne at hand, and so in all probability come to nothing.