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Updated: June 6, 2025
IF you had been in the far West of England about thirteen years since, and if you had happened to take up one of the Cornish newspapers on a certain day of the month, which need not be specially mentioned, you would have seen this notice of a marriage at the top of a column: On the third instant, at the parish church, the Reverend Alfred Carling, Rector of Penliddy, to Emily Harriet, relict of the late Fergus Duncan, Esq., of Glendarn, N. B.
" and," broke in her sister, "that you were afraid my young affections were being engaged, and that, after all, we didn't know much if anything about the young man, or, perhaps, that he was forming a hopeless attachment, and so on." "No," said Mrs. Carling, "I didn't say that exactly. "Didn't you, really?" said Mary teasingly. "One ought to be explicit in such cases, don't you think?
'I made a ten-dollar note. An' that's the net results on't," concluded David, "that I've got the hoss, an' he's cost me jest thirty-five dollars." Master Jacky Carling was a very nice boy, but not at that time in his career the safest person to whom to intrust a missive in case its sure and speedy delivery were a matter of importance.
To which her husband vouchsafed no reply, but began a protracted wavering as to the advisability of leaving the steam on or turning it off for the night, which was a cold one a dilemma which, involving his personal welfare or comfort at the moment, permitted no consideration of other matters to share his mind. Mrs. Carling had not spoken to her sister upon the subject.
A fire of cannel blazed in the grate. A furious storm was whirling outside. Mrs. Carling was occupied with some sort of needlework, and her sister, with a writing pad on her lap, was composing a letter to a friend with whom she carried on a desultory and rather one-sided correspondence. Presently she yawned slightly, and, putting down her pad, went over to the window and looked out.
At this time, however, his dinner and the two glasses of wine which Miss Blake had contrived that he should swallow had braced him up, and John's suggestion was so warmly seconded by the ladies that, after some feeble protests and misgivings, he yielded, and John carried him off. "I hope it won't upset Julius," said Mrs. Carling doubtfully. "It won't do anything of the sort," her sister replied.
Carling had a pleasant sense of escape, in not being personally asked to read the Essay, and not hearing that a copy of it should be forwarded to him. He said: 'Mr. Radnor is a very old friend? 'Our fathers were friends; they served in the same regiment for years. I was in India when Victor Radnor took the fatal! 'Followed by a second, not less . . . ?
Carling had a pleasant sense of escape, in not being personally asked to read the Essay, and not hearing that a copy of it should be forwarded to him. He said: 'Mr. Radnor is a very old friend? 'Our fathers were friends; they served in the same regiment for years. I was in India when Victor Radnor took the fatal! 'Followed by a second, not less...?
And lo, venerable Drury! we duck through the court, reminded a bit by our feelings of our first love, who hadn't the cleanest of faces or nicest of manners, but she takes her station in memory because we were boys then, and the golden halo of youth is upon her. Carling, as a man of the world, acquiesced in souvenirs he did not share. He said urgently: 'Understand me; you speak of Mr.
Fenellan brought Carling to dine with him; and Themison was confirmed by Carting, with incidents in proof; Caning by Jarniman, also with incidents; one very odd one or so it seemed, in the fury of the first savour of it: she informed Jarniman, Skepsey said his friend Jarniman said, that she had dreamed of making her appearance to him on the night of the 23rd August, and of setting the date on the calendar over his desk, when she entered his room: 'Sitting-room, not bedroom; she was always quite the lady, Skepsey reported his Jarniman.
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