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Laudersdale, after a moment. "I am sorry, instead of a fortune, to give them a bar-sinister." "Your daughter is ignorant? your wife?" "Entirely. Will you allow me to invite them in here? They should see this paper." "You do not anticipate any unpleasant effect?" "Not the slightest Marguerite has no notion of want or of pride. Her first and only thought will be sa cousine Hélène." And Mr.
Let us never be guilty of the reverse, a bar-sinister piece of furniture! Sympathy with unborn posterity should make us careful. It is always excusable to retain an ugly, inartistic thing if it is useful; but an ornament must be beautiful in line or in colour, or it belies its name.
Also the baronet, whose ancestors were all honourable men and stainless women, found it hard to overlook a certain royal bar-sinister, which had originated the Luxmore earldom, together with a few other blots which had tarnished that scutcheon since.
Pooh! nonsense! no such thing! not for two or three and seventy pages or so, when, perhaps, you MAY know what Mrs. Catherine never would have done. The reader will remember, in the second chapter of these Memoirs, the announcement that Mrs. Catherine had given to the world a child, who might bear, if he chose, the arms of Galgenstein, with the further adornment of a bar-sinister.
And now that bar-sinister was removed from Esmond's thought, and that secret opprobrium no longer cast upon his mind, he was pleased to feel family ties and own them perhaps secretly vain of the sacrifice he had made, and to think that he, Esmond, was really the chief of his house, and only prevented by his own magnanimity from advancing his claim.
Think of the sisters, living along with a hidden heart-ache, nursing in secret the knowledge, that somewhere in the world were those dear to them, from whom they were shut out by a bar-sinister terribly real, and for whose welfare, with all the generous truth of a sister's feeling, they would barter everything, yet who were in an unending danger!
"Sister! Is the Countess Louise the daughter of a princess Palatine?" "No, monseigneur; you know that she is the daughter of the Countess Dagenfeld, my father's wedded wife although never acknowledged as such because she was not of royal birth. There is no bar-sinister on Louise's shield; she is truly and honorably my half-sister."
There is no one left of the Brabant family but a Mademoiselle de Savarus, a rich heiress, and unmarried." "The bar-sinister is, of course, the badge of a bastard; but the bastard of a Comte de Savarus is noble," answered Rosalie. "Enough, that will do, mademoiselle!" said the Baroness. "You insisted on her learning heraldry," said Monsieur de Watteville, "and she knows it very well."
If I speak to you at all, I must speak my mind. I thought him a mere buffoon and spendthrift, flying his bar-sinister story for the sake of distinction. He has schemed up to this point successfully: he has the prince in his toils. I would cut through them, as I have informed Prince Ernest.
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