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"Madam," said he, "can the mere kiss of an inn-keeper's son restore your dead faith?" Now when he had said this, Cleone shrank in his embrace and uttered a loud cry as if he had offered her some great wrong, and, breaking from him, was gone before him up the stair, running in the dark. Oh, Youth! Oh, Pride!
Your bets with Carnaby and Chichester have somehow got about and are the talk of the town, and from what I hear, much to your disparagement, I fear. A pity to shorten your stay in the country, but under the circumstances, most advisable. Yours ever, etc., P.S. My love and service to the Duchess, Cleone and the Capt.
"And therefore womanly," said Barnabas. "My dear Beverley," said the Viscount, smiling again, "I tell you the man who wins Cleone Meredith must be stronger, handsomer, richer, and more accomplished than any 'Buck, 'Corinthian, or 'Macaroni' of 'em all " "Or more determined!" added Barnabas. "Or more determined, yes," nodded the Viscount.
Ain't there no wear out to you?" The yellow curls to his right bounced sharply. "He asks if there's a wear out to us, Cleone? I wish it to you this minute, Baldy, that you had the muscles in the back of my legs. I guess you think it's choice for us girls to come out on the floor after the show!" "Sylvette!"
"I think I can tell you the reason, and in one word," said Barnabas, his face growing blacker. "Well, Bev, what is it?" "Cleone!" The Viscount started. "What, you think ? Oh, impossible! The fellow would never have a chance, she despises him, I know." "And fears him too, Dick." "Fears him? Gad! what do you mean, Bev?" "I mean that, unworthy though he may be, she idolizes her brother."
"Ha! by heaven, I never thought of that!" cried Barrymaine, turning upon Barnabas, "is it Cleone is it? is it?" "No," said Barnabas, folding his arms a little ostentatiously, "I seek only to be your friend in this." "Friend!" exclaimed Mr. Chichester, laughing again, "friend, Ronald? Nay, let us rather say your guardian angel in cords and Hessians."
Hereupon, as they advanced over the smooth turf, the Duchess raised her voice. "My bird!" she called in dulcet tones, "Clo dear, Cleone my lamb, here is Barnabas, I found him under the finger-post, my dove!"
But now, even as the postilion chirruped to his horses, the chaise door was flung open and Cleone sprang down into the road; but even so, Barnabas barred her way. "Let me pass!" she cried. "To Chichester?" "Yes God help me. Since you force me to it! Let me go!" "Get back into the chaise, my lady." "No, no! Let me pass, I go to save my brother " "Not this way!"
"And yet, Cleone, when your unfortunate brother refused his money, this utter stranger, this Good Samaritan, actually went behind Ronald's back and offered to buy up his debts! Such a thing might be done by father for son, or brother for brother, but why should any man do so much for an utter stranger ?" "Either because he is very base, or very noble!" said Cleone. "Noble!
"You are unfortunate, but you have always met disaster so far, with the fortitude of a gentleman, scorning your detractors and abominating charity." "C-charity! damn you, Chichester, d' ye think I-I'd accept any man's c-charity? D' you think I'd ever drag Cleone to that depth do you?" "Never, Barrymaine, never, I swear."
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