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Aylett also dispatched a billet by the coachman, the graceful burden of which was the same as that of Mabel's petition, and the two long-sundered friends were speedily together; fellow-partakers of a bountiful and painstaking hospitality, which kept them continually in mind that they were guests, and not at home.
I a Northern man, with cooler blood, but I hope, as true a sense of honor and right as your own inflicted this, as I am prepared to testify before any number of witnesses." "The above is a verbatim copy of that portion of my friend's letter which pertains to your affair," continued Mr. Aylett. "I shall write to Mrs.
His dull eyes brightened; his face flushed and beamed with unfeigned delight, and in his transport he said the most natural and graceful thing that ever escaped him during his wooing. "I am content! The second love of Mabel Aylett must ever be more to me than the first of any other woman!"
Who knows what romantic history we may hear one that may become a Christmas legend in after years?" "You will get nothing more sensational than the confessions of a hen-roost robber, I suspect," said Mrs. Aylett, more wearily than was consistent with her role of attentive hostess. Her husband noticed the tokens of exhaustion, and interposed to spare her further exertion.
"And very unnatural did they not rejoice at being rid of a burden. The old place has been going to destruction all these years, and it could not be sold while she cumbered the upper earth." No one replied directly to this delicate and feeling observation, and Mrs. Aylett presently diverted the conversation slightly by saying, "And Alfred Branch has gone to tender his services to the family!
Aylett swam down the staircase, resplendent in silver- gray satin, pearl necklace and bracelets, orange flowers and camelias in her hair semi-bridal attire, that became her as nothing else ever had done.
Aylett pointed out that were he to go he should be immediately seized as a deserter and lose his life, while any other Englishman who might set foot in the country would be carried off to slavery.
Then to be hunted down by dogs, and locked up by more unfeeling men, as if he were a ravenous beast, instead of a suffering fellow-mortal! I shall always feel as if I were, in some measure, chargeable with his death should he die. Heaven forgive us our selfish thoughtlessness, our criminal disregard of our brother's life!" "I understood you to say there was no hope!" interrupted Mrs. Aylett.
Aylett, following with his wife in the funeral train down the grass-grown alley leading through the garden to the family burying-ground. "It would be an entertaining study of human veracity if I could hear Chilton's story, and compare the two. He is either an audacious rascal, or there is something back of all that I have heard which will not bear the light."
Aylett, the chatelaine of Ridgeley, the wife whose serene purity had never been blemished by a doubting breath; chaste and polished matron; the admired copy for younger and less discreet, but not more beautiful women. He surveyed her boldly if the imagination had not seemed preposterous Mr.
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