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He said they were to meet in front of the Haymarket Theatre. Will you go as quickly as you can, and see if Fanny is there? Crewe laughed. 'Like a bird! But how am I to meet you again? 'We'll be at the top of Regent Street at nine o'clock, by Peter Robinson's. Don't lose time. He struck off in the westerly direction, and Barmby, looking round at that moment, saw him go.
Barmby wanted more advice, his dilemma being acute. It was moderated, though not more than moderated, when he was informed of the death of Mrs.
Miss Priscilla Graves now fastened her meditations upon Skepsey; and it was important to him. Tobacco withdrew the haunting shadow of the Rev. Septimus Barmby from Nesta. She strolled beside Louise de Seilles, to breathe sweet-sweet in the dear friend's ear and tell her she loved her.
Barmby started himself in the dream of his uninterred passion for the maiden: he chased it, seized it, hurled it hence, as a present sacrilege: constantly, and at the pitch of our highest devotion to serve, are we assailed by the tempter! Is it, that the love of woman is our weakness? For if so, then would a celibate clergy have grant of immunity. But, alas, it is not so with them!
At four o'clock they were joined by Samuel Barmby, whom, for once, Nancy welcomed with pleasure. Samuel, who had come in the hope of finding Miss. Lord alone, gave but the coldest attention to Jessica; Mary, however, he greeted with grave courtesy, addressing to her several remarks which were meant as a recognition of social equality in the quondam servant. He was dressed with elaborate care.
The chance that any one would discover her habit of visiting a certain house at the distance of several miles from Camberwell, was too slight for consideration. She wrote to Mr. Barmby, senior, informing him of her return, in improved health, to Grove Lane, and thanking him once more for his allowing her to make so long a stay in Cornwall.
And strangely, at the time when our hearts are pledged to thoughts upon others, they are led by woman to glance revolving upon ourself, our vile self! Mr. Barmby clutched it by the neck.
Barmby wanted more advice, his dilemma being acute. It was moderated, though not more than moderated, when he was informed of the death of Mrs.
A full minute passed, and Stephen stood waiting patiently. 'If you insist upon it, said Nancy, rising from her chair, 'we will take Mr. Barmby with us. Without comment, Mr. Lord left the room, and his own door closed rather loudly behind him. Not long afterwards Nancy heard a new foot in the passage, and her brother made his appearance.
Lord felt no distaste for his company. Nancy deigned not even a glance at her nominal protector. 'If you are going our way, she replied. Barmby, his dignity unobserved, strode on with Miss. Morgan, of whom he sought information concerning the loud-voiced man. Crewe talked away. 'So you've come out to have a look at it, after all.
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