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I felt cold as ice; there was a deafening roar in my ears, and I knew no more." "My poor Arabel, I could curse the villain who did this cowardly thing, but he is dead, and in the hands of God." "When I woke to consciousness, I was lying in a rude cottage, and two persons, unknown to me a man and a woman were bending over me, applying hot flannels to my numbed limbs, and restoratives to my lips.
Her father and her mother gave; her girl friends gave; Miss Trixie Spring, Arabel Waite, Delia, little Arctura, the home-servants, gathered in the door-way, all gave; Miss Craydocke, crying, and disdaining her pocket-handkerchief till the tears trickled off her chin, because she was smiling also and would not cover that up, gave; and nobody gave with a more loving wrench out of a deep heart, than bluff old frowning Marmaduke Wharne.
You ladies and gents, I understand, should be able to 'elp the Law in this metter." There was a stunned silence in the room, broken only by the pastoral sound of the witch eating grassy sandwiches. After a moment Miss Ford, the Mayor, and Lady Arabel all began speaking at once, and each stopped with a look of relief on hearing that some one else was ready to take the responsibility of speaking.
He was very handsome and fascinating, and much sought after by the fair ladies of my native town. Arabel was vain, and his devoted attentions flattered her, while his handsome face and fascinating address won her love.
Suddenly, when we reached the middle of the river, he dropped the oars, and we drifted with the current. He sprang up, his motion nearly capsizing the frail boat, and taking a step toward me, fastened a rough hand upon my shoulders. 'Arabel, he said, hoarsely, 'your power over me is among the things of the past.
Browning spent two months with his father and sister at St.-Enogat, near Dinard, from which place the letter to Miss Blagden was written; and then proceeded to London, where his wife's sister, Miss Arabel Barrett, was living.
You would not have despised it half so much, had you been here. Do you know any person who would like to send his or her son to Sidmouth, for the sake of the climate, and private instruction: and if you do, will you mention it to me? I am very sorry to hear of Mrs. Boyd being so unwell. Arabel had a letter two days ago from Annie, and as it mentions Mrs.
"Arabel! Who calls me Arabel?" she asked, dreamily. "I have not heard that name since he spoke it! What a sweet voice he had! O, so sweet! but falser than Satan! O Louis, Louis! if we could go back to the old days among the orange groves, before I sinned when we were innocent little children!" "It is all over now, Arabel. You were tempted; but God is good to forgive, if repentance is sincere."
"Here, Harold," called the witch, and holding Harold's collar she stepped out on to the balcony, mounted, and flew away. She left a room full of noise behind her. The policeman, who was intoxicated with the strange fumes, said: "Hell. Hell. Hell." Lady Arabel called in vain: "Angela, Angela, don't be so dretfully rash." Mr.
Martin, Your ever affectionate BA. Is there any hope for us of you before the winter ends? Do consider. To H.S. Boyd Monday, October 31, 1842. My very dear Friend, I have put off from day to day sending you these volumes, and in the meantime I have had a letter from the great poet! Did Arabel tell you that my sonnet on the picture was sent to Mr. Haydon, and that Mr. Haydon sent it to Mr.
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