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He has a poor digestion, and he will eat cheese. The Welsh rabbit chased him into his bed. But listen to me, dear, about your Morsfield. I told you he was dangerous. 'He is not my Morsfield, said Aminta. 'Beware of his having a tool in Paggy. He boasts of letters. 'Mine? Two: and written to request him to cease writing to me. 'He stops at nothing.
Did she not seem too meditative, enclosed, toneless, at her age? Vainly the persecuted fellow said to himself: "But what is it to me now?" The Browny days were over. The passion for the younger Aminta was over buried; and a dream of power belonging to those days was not yet more than visionary. It had moved her once, when it was a young soldier's.
Lawrence Finchley, and she, deeming it good for Aminta to have information of the war waging for her behoof, obtained her country address, with the resolve to drive down, a bearer of good news to the dear woman she liked to think of, look at, and occasionally caress; besides rather tenderly pitying her, now that a change of fortune rendered her former trials conspicuous.
I wish it to look dark, said Aminta, her hand in his, and yet with a fair-sailing mind on the stream of the blood.
We are women we are women, cried Mrs. Lawrence. 'How can it concern women? 'As well ask how a battle-field concerns them! 'Yes, the shots hit us behind you, said Aminta; and she, too, struck the table. He did not prolong their torture. Weyburn received the folio sheet and passed it on. Aminta read. Mrs.
'Said she was never anxious about him, for nothing would kill him. Mrs. Lawrence shook a doleful head at Aminta. 'You see, my dear Aminta, here's another, and probably her last, chance of sharing the marquisate gone. Who can fail to pity her, except old Time! And I 'm sure she likes her husband well enough. She ought: no woman ever had such a servant.
Pagnell's shrieks of 'Stop, oh! stop! to the backs of the coachman and Aminta were continued until they were far down the street. She called to the innkeeper, called to the landlady and to invisible constables for help.
Am. Methinks, Alcander, you should shun that Maid, Of whose too much of kindness you're afraid. Alcan. Nay, do not leave me yet, for still your Scorn Much better than your Absence may be borne. Am. Well, Sir, your business, for mine requires haste. Alcan. Say, fair Aminta, shall I never find You'll cease this Rigour, and be kind? Will that dear Breast no Tenderness admit?
'She loved God. She saw the difference between men's decrees for their convenience, and God's laws. She felt for women. You have had a hard trial Aminta. 'Oh, my name! You mean it? 'You heard it from me this morning. 'Yes, there! I try to forget. I lost my senses. You may judge me harshly, on reflection. 'Judge myself worse, then. You had a thousand excuses. I had only my love of you.
He kept his coffer shut; and, for a consequence, he saw the contents as an avenue of blossom leading to vistas of infinite harvest. She was Lady Ormont: Aminta shared the title of his old hero! He refused to speculate upon how it had come to pass, and let the curtain hang, though dramas and romances, with the miracles involved in them, were agitated by a transient glimpse at the curtain.
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