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"Pray excuse me for not dying to please you." Ere Little could reply, Mr. Carden, who had heard of his arrival, looked in from the library, and beckoned him in. When they were alone, he began by giving the young man his hand, and then thanked him warmly for his daughter. "You have shown yourself a hero in courage.
The sense of a noiseless assassin eternally dogging him preyed on Little's mind and spirits, and at last this life on the brink of the grave became so intolerable that he resolved to leave Hillsborough, but not alone. He called on Grace Carden, pale and agitated. "Grace," said he, "do you really love me?" "Oh, Henry! Do I love you?" "Then save me from this horrible existence.
Cheetham's strategy to get all the London orders, and even make London believe that these superior instruments had originated in Hillsborough. One day Miss Carden called and saw Bayne in the office. Her vivid features wore an expression of vexation, and she complained to him that the wood-carver had never been near her.
Have you another attachment?" "Yes, dear papa." "Somebody of whom you are not proud." "I AM proud of him. He is Mr. Coventry's superior. He is everybody's superior in everything in the world." "No, Grace, you can hardly be proud of your attachment; if you had been, you would not have hidden it all this time from your father." And Mr. Carden sighed.
Up he reared, until it seemed impossible that he should not fall backwards, crushing to death or hideously maiming the man who, encumbered with the girl upon his arm, could do little to calm the frightened beast, And well for them was it that Hugh Carden Ali, with his love and understanding of horses, knew that only to the sagacity of the animal could the safe negotiation of the dangerous descent down the hillside be left.
Margaret's Church." "But how did you know her? By her beauty?" Mrs. Little smiled, and took a roll of paper out of her muff, that lay on the sofa. She unfolded it, and displayed a drawing. It represented Grace Carden in her bonnet, and was a very good likeness. The lover bounced on it, and devoured it with astonishment and delight. "Taken from the bust, and retouched from nature," said Mrs.
Carden can't be good long: he'll break out again presently. He has no political imagination. That's a rather common disease here, too. Few men have. It's good fun. I'm inviting the Central and South American Ministers to lunch with me, one by one, and I'm incidentally loading them up.
If you sing before breakfast, you'll cry before supper." At breakfast, Mr. Coventry invited Miss Carden to go to the top of Cairnhope Peak, and look over four counties. He also told her she could see Bollinghope house, his own place, very well from the Peak. Grace assented: and, immediately after breakfast, begged Jael to be in the way to accompany her.
But when he advanced further, and began to remind his daughter she had once given this gentleman hopes, and all but engaged herself to him, she drew back with fear and repugnance, and said, "If he can not forget that, pray let him never come near me again." "Oh," said Mr. Carden, "I believe he has no hopes of the kind; it is of you I am thinking, not of him.
He would look at her, and keep saying to himself all the time, "You are another man's wife." With this determination, he called at "Woodbine Villa." Miss Carden was not at home. "Are you sure she is not at home?" "Not at home," replied the man stiffly. "But you needn't to keep him at the door," said a mellow female voice.
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