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"The close room the crowd and this oppression of the chest that I have had so many years!" gasped Herman Brudenell. "Get into my carriage and come home with us. Come I will take no denial! The hotels are overcrowded. We can send for your luggage. Come!" "Thank you; I think I will." "Claudia! Beatrice! come forward, my dears. Here is Mr. Brudenell."
He finds a striking resemblance between yourself and a very old friend of his own, who is also from your native county." Ishmael looked interested, and his smiling eyes turned from Claudia to Lord Vincent in good-humored inquiry. "I allude to Mr. Herman Brudenell of Brudenell Hall, Maryland, who has been living in England lately.
Brudenell sternly, for he was beginning to lose patience with Hannah. "Oh h! So you met Ishmael Worth in the courtroom yesterday, just when he had proved himself to be the most talented man there, did you? That accounts for it all. I understand it now! You could leave him in his helpless, impoverished, orphaned infancy to perish!
And people would say: 'Where did Hannah Worth get these things? or, 'How do they live? or, 'Who supports those girls? and so on. Now, Mr. Brudenell, those are questions I will not have asked about myself and my sister, and that you ought not to wish to have asked about your wife!" "Hannah, you are quite right! You always are! And yet it distresses me to see you living and working as you do."
Well, I fancy they have not much right to hold their heads much higher than the Brudenells of Brudenell Hall hold theirs. Hannah, do you happen to know who our first ancestor was?" "Adam, my dear, I believe. "Nonsense, Hannah; I do not mean the first father of all mankind I mean the head of our house." "Our house? Indeed, my dear, I don't even know who our grandfather was."
Doctor Brudenell had heard nothing could hear nothing, although he listened eagerly; but it seemed that the sound, whatever it might have been, had alarmed the two men. It was evidently repeated, for the lamp was put out instantly, and he felt himself forcibly thrust into what seemed to be a cupboard and heard the key turned in the lock.
Ishmael smiled, thanked his kind friend cordially, and then, in terms as courteous as he could devise, declined the invitation, giving the same reasons for doing so that he had already given first to Mr. Brudenell and next to Walter Middleton.
The watchful defenders held the whole of those bald walls at the mercy of their rifles. It was a strategic victory for the defenders, but it had been purchased at a terrible cost. Kars' dreamless slumber was broken at last by the sharp voice of Bill Brudenell, and the firm grip of a hand upon his shoulder. He awoke on the instant, his mind alert, clear, reasoning.
He saw no more for some time of his friends at Brudenell Hall. He knew that Mr. Middleton had a first-class school at his house, and he envied the privileged young gentlemen who had the happiness to attend it: little knowing how unenviable a privilege the said young gentlemen considered that attendance and how a small portion of happiness they derived from it.
A few words about the other characters of our story. Old Mrs. Brudenell and her daughters vegetated on at Brudenell Hall, in a monotony that was broken by only three incidents in as many years.
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