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It was part of Robert's punishment to see that she was not unconscious of Algernon's admiration. The first letter from Venice consisted of a series of interjections in praise of the poetry of gondolas, varied by allusions to the sad smell of the low tide water, and the amazing quality of the heat; and then Dahlia wrote more composedly:
I did remark, I thought- -ain't I right? Mr. Algernon's not the man? eh? How come you in the theatre with him?" Dahlia spoke huskily. "He saw me. He had seen me at home. It was an accident." "Exactly how I put it to Robert. And he agreed with me. There's sense in that young man. Your husband wouldn't let you come to us there eh? because he...why was that?"
You may still sit upon the wooden benches where Burleigh, Spenser, Ben Jonson, James I., and his son Prince Charles have sat, and where, a little later, the victim of Prince Charles's cruel son, Algernon Sidney, dreamed of noble manhood and went forth a noble man; while in those shady avenues of beech and oak outside, smooth Edmund Waller bowed and smirked, and sighed compliments to his Sacharissa, as he called Dorothy Sidney, Algernon's sister.
The strong white light glared full on Miss Algernon's face and figure, so like Lady Bearwarden's but yet to the husband's bewildered senses so surely not his wife's. He shook all over. His face, though flushed a moment ago, turned deadly pale. He clutched Dick's shoulder, and his voice came dry and husky, while he gasped "What is it, Stanmore? Speak, man, for the love of heaven.
"The young people will use the library if we have good novels," Catherine put in helpfully, when Algernon's imagination showed signs of exhaustion. "And then we can get them to reading more serious books by and by." Then Catherine too, subsided, and the clock behind its painted glass door ticked obtrusively. Presently Miss Ainsworth opened her thin lips.
So, says I, 'come and see "The Holly Berries," brother William John; it's the best play in London, and a suitable winter piece. 'Is there a rascal hanged in the piece? says he. 'Oh, yes! I let him fancy there was, and he ha! ha! old farmer's sticking to his seat, solemn as a judge, waiting for the gallows to come on the stage." A thought quickened Algernon's spirit.
The bet was referred to a dignified umpire, who, a Frenchman, drew his right hand down an imperial tuft of hair dependent from his chin, and gave a decision in Algernon's favour. Lord Suckling paid the money on the spot, and Algernon pocketed it exulting. He had the idea that it was the first start in his making head against the flood.
Algernon, 'You know what I'm come for. I never did behold a gentleman so pale shot all over his cheeks as he was, and pinkish under the eyes; if you've ever noticed a chap laid hands on by detectives in plain clothes. Smack at Bob went Mr. Edward's whip." "Mr. Algernon's," Stephen was corrected. "Mr. Edward's, I tell ye the cousin. And right across the face. My Lord! it made my blood tingle."
In her heart she could not wish him to give up May, whom she herself already loved with the affection of a sister. She had one day ridden over to Downside soon after Algernon's death, when, the post arriving, a letter was put into Miss Jane's hands.
Bright Raven! I tell you, it's a game, made out of book titles. But I'll be jiggered if I ever heard of one of them." "I never did, either," said Dorcas, shortly. "They must have hunted around in very queer places to find things that none of us know. Star of the Sea, though, does sound familiar. Isn't it one of Tennyson's?" Bertha choked and turned away, avoiding Algernon's eye.
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