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These the watchful eyes of Mr. Hendrickson detected. But so far from taking any advantage thereof, he made an effort to divert both her mind and his own by the introduction of a more indifferent subject. They conversed for half an hour longer, but no further reference was made to Miss Arden. Then Mr. Hendrickson excused himself. Mrs. Dexter did not see him again.
When they passed the Gilpin place, on their way from the landing, a stop was made for a fresh supply of oak leaves from their favorite tree, and Rosalind pinned one on her uncle's coat. "I invite the Arden Foresters to meet with me to-morrow under the greenwood tree," said Mr. Whittredge, surveying his badge. "That's poetry, go on," said Jack. "I'll have to fall back into prose to finish.
Baxter's range is the nearest point at which permanent water can be procured on the west side of the head of Spencer's Gulf, as the Depot creek near Mount Arden is on the eastern.
She had almost forgotten her engagement at Arden Court when her father came down to his late breakfast, and found her sketching at a little table near the window, with the affectionate Ponto nestling close at her side. "I thought you would be dressing for your visit by this time, Clary," he said very graciously. "My visit, papa? O, yes, to the Court," she replied, with a faint sigh of resignation.
"My dear fellow, you are much more fully dressed than when you go bathing; both of you and how can I celebrate alone?" So Stuart smilingly asserted: "All right. We'll have a toast in your excellent Madeira to the return of Enoch Arden." Possibly his voice held a meaning less light than his words.
But then I can only reply, that I should have disliked any other purchaser just the same; a little less though, perhaps, if he had been a member of some noble old family a man with a great name. It would have been some consolation to think that Arden was promoted." "I am afraid there is a leaven of good old Tory spirit in your composition, Miss Lovel." "I suppose papa is a Tory.
I have fallen in with a nest of Jacobites, I fancy, ready for an outbreak, and they are after me. Have you any arms?" "Here are plenty of pistols, my lord," said the Messenger, who knew him. "Ah, Arden, is that you?" he exclaimed. "Give me a pistol!" and he took one from the Messenger's hand.
A barrister of extended practice, if he has any talents at all, is the best companion in the world. Dined with Lord Alvanley and a fashionable party, Lord Fitzroy Somerset, Marquis and Marchioness of Worcester, etc. Lord Alvanley's wit made the party very pleasant, as well as the kind reception of my friends the Misses Arden. Lady Eleanor Butler and the Hon. Miss Ponsonby.
As for the remedy he goes to the forest and returns, and with him two or maybe three stout Indians bearing bark and branch of a certain tree, from which he makes an infusion.... I only know that for wellnigh all the stricken he hath lightened the fever, and that he hath recalled to life many an one whom the chirurgeon had given over to the chaplain." "What like is the youth?" queried Arden.
It is true of them, as of the books which describe the Forest of Arden, that they have a kind of second meaning, only to be discerned by those whose eyes detect the deeper things of life.
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