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While she was in this condition, and losing color every day, who should call one day to reconnoiter, I suppose but Mr. Coventry. Grace was lying on the sofa, languid and distraite, when he was announced. She sat up directly, and her eye kindled. Mr. Coventry came in with his usual grace and cat-like step. "Ah, Miss Carden!"
The militia were mostly of the seigneurial class with a following of habitants and townsmen of both French and British blood. Carden broke Allen's flanks rounded up his centre, and won the little action easily, though at the expense of his own most useful life. Allen was very indignant at being handcuffed and marched off like a common prisoner after having made himself a colonel twice over.
"Oh, never mind," said Raby; "you've got one or two left in your stable." Dr. Amboyne went out, and passed through the hall. There he found Mr. Coventry and Miss Carden: the latter asked him, rather keenly, if the conference was over. "Yes, and not without a result: I'll read it to you." He did so, and Grace's cheek was dyed with blushes, and her eyes beamed with joy.
Well, this went on for weeks, and nothing turned up. But the other night a young woman walked several times by your house, and went away with a sigh. She had a sort of Protestant nun's dress on, and a thick veil. Now you know Mr Carden told you she was gone into a convent. I am almost sure it is the lady." Little thanked him with all his soul, and then inquired eagerly where the nun lived.
At all events, I am not going to marry any woman inferior to the type I have created with my pencil what the public calls the 'Carden Girl. And now you see that your discovery of this living type comes rather late.
There was a shout from both men as the tawny shape leapt out of the night through the opening of the tent; the crashing report of Ben Kelham's revolver as he fired; the coughing of the wounded lioness as, spitting blood, she recoiled to spring; a ringing shout from Hugh Carden Ali as he flung himself in front of his friend just as he fired, and the great brute, with a mighty roar, turned and disappeared into the night whence she had come.
Our first impression that he had been struck by somebody was a mistake, of course. You can depend upon me, both of you. Neither of you was ever in my house. The incident never occurred." "But we're just as grateful to you as if it had happened." A half-hour later they left the cottage, Miss Carden holding open the door a little to watch them until they were out of sight.
I'm not depressed except when I think how far you are from me how far above me how far out of reach of such a man as I am how desperately I I " "D-don't you think I had better administer a s-s-sedative, Mr. Carden?" she said, distressed. "I don't care. I'll take anything you give me as long as you give it to me. I'll swallow pint after pint of pills! I'll fletcherize 'em!
It was an error in judgment, perhaps nothing more." "But, then, if you know nothing about love, and its soothing power, why meddle with it at all?" "Grace," said Mr. Carden, sadly, but firmly, "we poor parents are all prepared for this.
The man spoke curtly as he sank upon a pile of cushions and pointed to one on the far side of the Persian rug, upon which the most courted woman in Egypt knelt, with her eyes full of gentleness and her heart pounding in a torment of rage and fear. "Yea, I understand." Hugh Carden Ali spoke wearily, being stricken with love. For ten solid minutes the woman had talked round her subject.
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