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In front of them the valley wound softly to the south, and melted into the folds of the hills; to the right, upon a wooded slope, in glades between the trees, goats were at pasture. "Goats! Robinson Crusoe!" Chevenix pointed them out. "Dic mihi, Damoeta, cuium pecus? an Meliboei? Are they yours, Senhouse?" "I drink them, and make cheese. I learned how to do it at Udine ages ago.
I'm a magistrate and all that." Chevenix was now very hot. "Magistrate be damned. Do you mean to tell me that you profess to love a woman, and turn her into a servant because you want to try poachers? And you talk about the sun in her hair! And then upon my soul, Ingram, you sicken me." "You fool," said Ingram. "I tell you it was her own idea. She loves the place.
Your affectionate daughter, Elizabeth. Chevenix Castle, 8th November. Dearest Mamma, I am sure I shall enjoy myself here. The train was so late, and only two other people were coming by it besides me, so we all drove up in the omnibus together.
I closed it deliberately, and from the time of doing it until this moment I have never spoken of it even to myself. Chevenix, who knew her well, broke it open unawares yesterday, and now we must read in it, you and I." He stopped, took breath, and began again. "I don't see how you can forgive me, or how I can, so to speak, look myself in the face again.
'The short and the long of it is, that any man who is so unfortunate as to have such things said about him is not the man to be my brother-in-law! he cried. 'Do you know who will be my first witness at the court? Arthur Chevenix! said I. 'I don't care! he cried, rising from his chair and beginning to pace outrageously about the room. 'What do you mean, St. Ives? What is this about?
These not only explained, they seemed to condone; and to her there's no doubt, they accounted for everything. Mr. William Chevenix, aware of her foible, did not scruple to turn it to his ends when putting before her Sanchia's case. "You see, Aunt, one rather admires her loyalty to the chap. He was precious miserable, and she pitied him. Well, we know what comes of that, don't we?
The farewells on their side had been said; and the inexorable tramp tramp upon the drawbridge was the burthen of their answer to the waving handkerchiefs, the huzzas of the citizens, the cries of the women. On they came, and in the first rank, behind the band, rose Major Chevenix. He saw us, flushed a little, and gravely saluted. I never liked the man; but will admit he made a fine figure there.
It was the colour of death; but a single star shone out in it. Chevenix came in briskly, fastening his sleeve-links. "Here is the Perfect Chaperon, here is he!" he said, and bowed to Lady Maria. "My dear Aunt Wenman, you've no notion how hungry I am. We saw Senhouse teaching the hares their catechism. Afterwards we lunched on conversation and water. Ah, and salad. Excellent salad.
I love you, and that's the sum and end of it." Now he allowed her to answer for him. "There was a wind in the night which tore them about. I asked him to make them safe. I hate to think of their bruised ribs." Chevenix whistled his satisfaction with this and all things else. "I see. Works of mercy. There's a blessing on that, somewhere and somewhen. All to the good, you know, Clyde.
We were just walking away arm in arm, when I spied my friend the Major approaching, stiff as a ramrod and, as usual, obtrusively clean. "O! there's a man I want to know," said I, taking the bull by the horns. "Won't you introduce me to Major Chevenix?" "At a word, my dear fellow," said Robbie; and "Major!" he cried, "come here and let me present to you my friend Mr.
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