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"Oh, I suppose there is; one would rather risk one's life for a friend than for an enemy," replied Claudia icily. "I have displeased you, Miss Merlin; I am very sorry for it. Pray, forgive me," said Ishmael, with a certain suave and stately courtesy, for which the youth was beginning to be noted. "Oh, you have not displeased me, Ishmael!
I beg your pardon!" Claudia took up the sugarbowl. "It was Miss French, I guess. She's such a such a gusty person. I love to hear her talk. How many, Mr. Laine?" "Three, please, and no comments, Hope. If a man must drink tea he ought to have all the sugar he wants. That last lump was so very little I think you might put in another, Miss Keith. Thank you. Perhaps this is sweet enough."
Claudia read aloud the paragraph that had alarmed her: "The 'Oceana' is now several days overdue. Serious apprehensions are entertained for her safety." "Do not be alarmed, my dear. At this season of the year the steamers are frequently delayed beyond their usual time of arrival," said the countess, with a cheerfulness that she was very far from really feeling.
"In his room at work, I suppose. He put off my sitting." "Never mind Father Stafford," said Claudia decisively. "Who is going to play tennis? I shall play with Sir Roderick." "I'd much rather sit still in the shade," pleaded Sir Roderick. "You're a very rude old gentleman! But you must play, all the same against Bob and Mr. Morewood." "Where do I come in?" asked Eugene.
"The close room the crowd and this oppression of the chest that I have had so many years!" gasped Herman Brudenell. "Get into my carriage and come home with us. Come I will take no denial! The hotels are overcrowded. We can send for your luggage. Come!" "Thank you; I think I will." "Claudia! Beatrice! come forward, my dears. Here is Mr. Brudenell."
Murdock," replied Claudia, in a very sweet tone, for she felt that in her pride of place she had repulsed the offered confidence of an honest old creature who might have been of great use to her. "Will I sit wi' your leddyship?" inquired the dame. "No, I am much obliged to you. I must rest now; but I should be glad if you would come to me later in the day."
"My friend and patron, I must be admitted to practice at the Washington bar; but I will not upon that account leave your service while I can be of use to you," said Ishmael, with earnestness; for next to adoring Claudia, he loved best for her sake to honor her father. "That's a good lad. Be sure you keep your promise," said the judge, smiling, and laying his hand caressingly on Ishmael's head.
When shall I see you?" "That depends," said Stafford. Eugene showed him the road to the Dower House, and he set out at a brisk walk. A Lover's Fate and a Friend's Counsel. It was about half-past three when Stafford left Territon Park; about the same hour Claudia sallied forth from the Dower House to take her constitutional.
Beulah looked on with a sensation of disgust which might have been easily read in her countenance; verily she blushed for her degraded sex, and, sick of the scene, left the window and retreated to the library, where the more sedate portion of the guests were discussing various topics. Here were Mr. and Mrs. Grayson; Claudia was North, at school. Beulah found a seat near Mrs.
"Certainly not of course not," cried Balbilla. "He must have been a splendid man, and very learned besides." "He was my father's father," said Pontius. "Then you belong to our family," exclaimed Balbilla, offering him a friendly hand. "I thank you for those words," answered Pontius. "Now, once more, Pollux had nothing to do with that image." "Take my cloak, Claudia," said the girl.
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