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It was a breach of implied contract, she thought, that Cornelia should, as she did only yesterday, tell her that she had seen Edward Buxley in the woods, and that she was of opinion that the air of the woods was bad for her. Not to see would have been the sisterly obligation, in Adela's idea especially when seeing embraced things that no loving sister should believe.
"Could only work up half his lot if even so much," continued the mate, regardless of the interruption. "Hear, hear!" from those who sympathised with Malines. "An' what could you do with land?" demanded Buxley in a tone of scorn, "a man that's ploughed nothing but salt water all his life." This was greeted with a laugh and "That's so." "He's only sowed wild oats as yet." "Pitch into him, Buckie."
In advance were Adela and Edward Buxley, who was only a rich alderman's only son, but had the virtue of an extraordinary power of drawing caricatures, and was therefore useful in exaggerating the features of disagreeable people, and showing how odious they were: besides endearing pleasant ones exhibiting how comic they could be. Gossips averred that before Mr.
The "Does he think of me?" and "What am I to him?" such timorous little feather-play of feminine emotion she knew nothing of: in her heart was the strong flood of a passion. She met Edward Buxley and Freshfield Sumner at a cross-path, on their way to Brookfield; and then Adela joined the party, which soon embraced Mr. Barrett, and subsequently Cornelia.
Edward Buxley was simply caught in a trap: He had the folly to imagine that by laughing he released himself. "Is not that the laugh of an engaged?" said Adela to Freshfield. He replied: "That would have been my idea under other conditions," and looked meaningly. She met the look with: "There are harsh conditions in life, are there not?" and left him sufficiently occupied by his own sensations.
Her object was to put an end to the absurd and compromising sighs of Edward Buxley; and she did so with the amiable contempt of a pupil dismissing a first instructor in an art "We saw from the beginning it could not be, Edward." The enamoured caricaturist vainly protested that he had not seen it from the beginning, and did not now.
Did you ever hear of a robber chief without half a dozen aliases?" rejoined Paul. "This Buxley, havin' found out my quarters, will never rest till he kills me; so as I've no fancy to leave my little Betty in an unprotected state yet a while, we have packed up our goods and chattels they ain't much to speak of and intend to leave the old place this very night.
"No doubt the Queen ain't crowned yet, an' hasn't therefore appointed any one to be her Minister, but we know she means to do it and we're all agreed about it." "No we ain't," interrupted Jenkins, angrily. "Well, the most on us, then," retorted Buxley.
"Very; seeing that we endure the evil and decline the sop with it." "How?" "We have renounced Besworth." "Have you! And did this renunciation make you all sit on the edge of your chairs, this afternoon, as if Edward Buxley had arranged you? You give up Besworth? I'm afraid it's too late." "Oh, Wilfrid! can you be ignorant that something more is involved in the purchase of Besworth?"
Barrett. Arabella consented to write to Edward Buxley, but would not speak of old days, and barely alluded to a misunderstanding; though if she loved one man, this was he. Adela was disengaged.
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