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I never saw a man more surprised than he was when I told him about it the day of her death. Mr. Varick asked me to do so, and he was quite overcome." She smiled. Five hundred pounds evidently did not seem very much to Miss Brabazon. "I suppose she had a good deal of money?" The late Mrs.
He went for a tour among the northern French cathedrals, staying at old haunts, Abbeville, Amiens, Beauvais, Chartres, Rouen, and then returned with Mr. A. Severn and Mr. Brabazon to Amiens, where he spent the greater part of October. He was writing a new book the "Bible of Amiens" which was to be to the "Seven Lamps" what "St. Mark's Rest" was to "Stones of Venice."
A few days later, however, he brought Charles some photographs. These he produced with evident pride. The first he showed us was a vignette of a little parson. "Who's that, then?" he inquired, much pleased. We gazed at it, open-eyed. One word rose to our lips simultaneously: "Brabazon!"
As I went down the stairs into the hall, I saw Mrs. Poyntz standing at the threshold, speaking to the man-servant and the nurse. I would have passed her with a formal bow, but she stopped me. "I came to inquire after poor Miss Brabazon," said she. "You can tell me more than the servants can: is there no hope?" "Let the nurse go up and watch beside her.
I argued that you had thrown Brabazon over because I was a better 'catch' from, a worldly point of view just as that other woman had thrown me over for a similar reason! that you'd deliberately deceived me, that you'd been faithless both to Brabazon and to me, as you would be faithless to any other man who loved you.... Remember, it had been your seeming sincerity, your truth, your straightness which had first attracted me.
Percy de Brabazon, swinging a slender cane, and dressed in the extreme of the fashion. "Miss Linden!" he exclaimed, eagerly. "This is aw indeed a pleasure. Where are you walking this fine morning? May I aw have the pleasure of accompanying you?" Florence stopped short in deep embarrassment.
The other spring this time. "No," answered the doll. "Brabazon was with you Tony Brabazon?" "Yes." Again the parrot-like reply. "Then I don't think there is any need to continue this conversation." As he spoke, Eliot turned and walked towards the door. Ann watched him without moving.
The resemblance between the Earl of Meath and the Duke of Wellington is something remarkably striking it is not only the profile, but the mode of bearing the person, and the person itself. Lady Theodora Brabazon, the Earl's daughter, and a beautiful young lady, told me that in Paris her father was often taken for Lord Wellington. November 25.
"I cannot encourage you, Mr. de Brabazon. My heart is free, but it can never be yours." "Then," said Percy, gloomily, "there is only one thing for me to do." "What is that?" "I shall go to the Bwooklyn Bwidge, climb to the parapet, jump into the water, and end my misewable life." "You had better think twice before adopting such a desperate resolution, Mr. de Brabazon.
At one time it was only in his most unguarded moments that he could see a landscape otherwise than as Monet saw it; a year or two later it was Whistler who dictated certain schemes of colour, certain harmonious arrangements of black; and the most distressing symptom of all is that Mr. Brabazon could not hold an exhibition of some very nice tints of rose and blue without inspiring Mr.
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