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Do you think we shall break down under the weight? 'O no, but people will stare. 'Why what should they stare at? 'It looks so to carry a basket Albinia burst into one of her merriest peals of laughing. 'Not carry a basket! My dear, I have looked so all the days of my life. Bayford must endure the spectacle, so it may as well begin at once. 'But, dear mamma 'I'm not asking you to carry it.
Albinia paused, afraid to press his reserve too far; and the next thing she said was, 'I think I understand your distinction between personal religion and sacramental truth. It explains what has often puzzled me about good devout people who did not belong to the Church.
Like the flowers themselves, Albinia was feeling the delicious repose of refreshed nature, as in her pretty pink muslin, her white drapery folded round her, and her bright hair unbonnetted, she sat reclining in a low garden chair, at the door of the conservatory, a little pale, a little weak, but with a sweet happy languor, a soft tender bloom.
Gilbert fell into a state of misery, threw himself about upon the chairs, and muttered in the fretfulness of childish despair something about its being very hard, when he was owner of half the town, to be sent into exile it was like jealousy of his growing up and being master. 'Take care, Gilbert! said Albinia, with a flash of her eye that he felt to his backbone.
'Now you will do it to please me, said Albinia, 'if for no better reason. Fetch your Bibles and Prayerbooks. 'We shall never have time for our studies, I assure you, mamma, objected Lucy. 'That is not your concern, said Albinia, her spirit rising at the girls' opposition. 'I wish for obedience. Lucy went, Sophy leant against the table like a post.
Sophia's birthday fell in the last week before Christmas, and it had always been the family custom to drink tea with Mrs. Meadows. Albinia made the engagement with a sense of virtuous resignation, though not feeling well enough for the infliction, but Mr. Kendal put a stop to all notion of her going.
Gilbert's horse had perished at Balaklava, but his cap, sword, and spurs, were laid on the coffin, and from her shaded window Albinia watched it borne between the files of soldiers with arms reversed; and the procession of officers whose bright array contrasted with the colonel's war-worn dress, ghastly cheek, and empty sleeve, tokens of the reality of war amid its pageantry, as all moved slowly away to the deep tones of the solemn Dead March, music well befitting the calm grandeur of the face she had seen, and leaving her heart throbbing with the deep exulting awe and pathos of a soldier's funeral.
'Ah! baby, you had better have done with me, Sophy said, bitterly; 'you are the only one that does not hate me yet, and you don't know what I have done to you. 'I know some one else that cares for you, my poor Sophy, said Albinia, 'and who would do anything to make you feel it without distressing you. If you knew how I wish I knew what to do for you!
'More dignified maybe, smiled Albinia, 'but less like an O'More. 'No, you are not going, said Mr. Kendal; 'I shall not release my prisoner just yet. 'You carried off all the honour of the day, said Ulick. 'I had no notion you had such an arm. Why, you swung me round like a tom-cat, or and he exemplified the exploit upon Maurice, and was well buffeted.
She was missed, but less than they feared; the faculties had become too feeble for such strong emotion as had followed Gilbert's departure; and the void was chiefly perceptible by the plaintive and exacting clinging to Albinia, who had less and less time to herself and her children, and was somewhat uneasy as to the consequences as regarded Maurice.
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