United States or Brunei ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He remembered what had been told him by Sibylla; and he remembered the promise he had given her. "It's a shocking pity that you are turned from Verner's Pride!" resumed the doctor. "It is. But there's no help for it." "Does Sibylla grieve after it very much? Has it any real effect, think you, upon her health? as she seemed to intimate." "She grieves, no doubt.
Sibylla waited a minute or two, and then called again. Still no answer. She now became very seriously alarmed, and, quite losing command of herself, called upon him in piteous accents to answer, or if anything had befallen him to give her some sign of his whereabouts in order that she might be guided to his assistance.
"Jealous of I don't understand you, Sibylla." "You won't understand me, you mean. Never mind, never mind!" "Sibylla," he said, bending his head slightly towards her, and speaking in low, persuasive accents, "I cannot let you go to-morrow night. If I cared for you less, I might suffer you to risk it. I have given up going, and " "You never meant to go," she interrupted.
"Jan," said he, as he was turning away, "I wish you'd go up and see Sibylla. I am sure she is very ill." "I'll go if you like," said Jan. "But there's no use in it. She won't listen to a word I say, or attend to a single direction that I give. Hayes told me, when he came over last week, that it was the same with him.
He almost doubted whether Lucy would not have been more acceptable to him; not loved yet so much as Sibylla, but better suited to him in all other ways; worse than this, he doubted whether he had not in honour bound himself tacitly to Lucy that very day. The fit of repentance was upon him, and he tossed and turned from side to side upon his uneasy bed.
No doubt the Monk, to instil a soul-saving horror in the hearts of the faithful, would describe to the utmost of his powers “that day of wrath, that day of mourning,” which is to reduce the universe to ashes, teste David et Sibylla, borrowing his deepest voice and bellowing through his hands to imitate the Archangel’s last trump.
When I got there, Amilly said Sibylla was dressing; and a pretty prolonged dressing it appeared to be! Since I left her at Bitterworth's, I have been to Poynton's about my mare. She was as lame as ever to-day." "And there's Rachel out now, just as I am wanting her!" went on Mrs. Verner, who, when she did lapse into a grumbling mood, was fond of calling up a catalogue of grievances.
Distance allowing her, for she was not a good walker, she would have gone on foot, without attendants, to visit the Countess of Elmsley and Lady Mary; but not Sibylla. You can understand the distinction. They arrived at an inopportune moment, for Lionel was there. At least, Lionel thought it inopportune. On leaving his mother's house he had gone to Sibylla's.
"My wife thought they did," returned Lionel, with a smile. "It was all the same." "They did, Lionel, you know they did," vehemently asserted Sibylla. "De Coigny told me so; and he held authority in the Government." "I know that De Coigny told you so, and that you believed him," answered Lionel, still smiling. "I did not believe him." Sibylla turned her head away petulantly from her husband.
Heartless, selfish, vain, and ambitious, Verner's Pride possessed far more attraction for Sibylla than did either Lionel or Frederick Massingbird. Allow her to keep quiet possession of that, and she would not cast much thought to either of them.
Word Of The Day