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But then duty demanded of him that he should marry, and he was a man who, in honest, sober talk, thought much of his duty. He was absurdly credulous, and as obstinate as a mule. But he did wish to do what was right. He had been convinced that Harry Annesley was a false knave, and had been made to swear an oath that Harry should not be his heir.
Washington forgives everything but stupidity. Not until recently did I learn that at one time Karloff had been very attentive to her. His great knowledge of American politics doubtless came to him through her. "Where are you bound?" asked Miss Annesley. "I am on the way to the War Department." "Plenty of room; jump in and we shall drop you there. James, drive to the War Department."
I remember Chetwynd telling me, and he was not apt to complain on that score, that he never should have broken up if it had not been for her. 'But he was an extravagant fellow, said Mr. Annesley: 'he called me in at his bouleversement for advice, as I have the reputation of a good economist.
"Can't you give me a grain of hope?" he went on. His voice was wistful. "We have so little time." "What do you want me to say?" Annesley stammered. "I want you to say that you don't wish to see the last of me to-night."
I respect and admire it. You may treat Don like a dog, but he'd never be happy away from you. And I am fool enough to want him to be happy. This kicked dog of yours, madame, happens to be the finest fellow I ever knew or expect to know." "You say I treat him like a dog!" cried Annesley, roused to anger. "But how ought I to treat him?
"To Harry Annesley," said Florence, intending to imply that all the world knew that. "I hope not; I hope not. Indeed, I may say that it is quite out of the question. In the first place, he is a beggar." "He has begged from none," said Florence. "He is what the world calls a beggar, when a young man without a penny thinks of being married." "I'm not a beggar, and what I've got will be his."
This did not reassure Warburton, nor did he know what this comparison meant, being an ordinary mortal. "With all respect to you, Miss Annesley, I am sorry that you are determined to ride him. He is most emphatically not a lady's horse, and you have never ridden him. Your skirts will irritate him, and if he sees your crop, he'll bolt." She did not reply, but merely signified her desire to mount.
There was great satisfaction evident in this syllable. "Do you know where the colonel is now?" "Not the faintest idea. He lived somewhere in Virginia. But he's been on the travel for several years." Robert stirred his coffee and took a spoonful and dropped the spoon. "Pah! I must have put in a quart of sugar. Can you spare me another cup?" "Annesley?" Nancy's face brightened. "Colonel Annesley?
You really should have seen him smile as the head-missionary, Mr. Maurice, approached, and you should have seen the smile change to a sneer, without a flick of difference in the expression of the eyes. And perhaps it is just as well that you missed the look that came into the eyes of the monster Kabuli when the beautiful English missionary, Margaret Annesley, passed.
Miss Puffle had disgraced herself, and therefore he had thrown Buston Hall at the feet of Miss Thoroughbung. But now he had heard stories about that "excellent young man, Augustus Scarborough," which had shaken his faith. He had been able to exclaim indignantly that Harry Annesley had told a lie. "A lie!"
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