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Clifford's head drooped to the saddle-bow. Fiercely the horse sprang on. The robber endeavoured, despite his reeling senses, to retain his seat; once he raised his head, once he nerved his slackened and listless limbs, and then, with a faint groan, he fell to the earth. The horse bounded but one step more, and, true to the tutorship it had received, stopped abruptly.
The whole estate was, indeed, much larger, eighteen thousand acres; but then the more distant farms could be sold in different lots, in order to meet the exact sum Miss Cameron's trustees were enabled to invest. "Well," said Vargrave, "and where is it? My poor uncle was after De Clifford's estate, but the title was not good."
Clifford's reiterated supplications that she would not forsake him in his old age drew her as powerfully the other way. Scarcely a day passed without a few lines, written by his own feeble and shaking hand, reaching her, beseeching and demanding of her a solemn promise to stay in England as long as he lived.
"Did you want anything, Sir Charles?" she inquired a little pointedly, coming forward and gently taking the pillow out of Lady Clifford's hand. "No, nothing at all," the patient replied somewhat fretfully. "I thought he seemed so so terribly hot," explained the Frenchwoman with a note of apology. "I always think when one is ill..."
"No, you won't," said Rex; "drop 'em, old boy, don't express 'em. Here we are that's enough, isn't it, Shakespeare?" The bird had climbed to Gethryn's shoulder and was cocking his eye fondly at Clifford. They were dear friends. Once he had walked up Clifford's arm and had grabbed him by the ear, for which Clifford, more in sorrow than in anger, soaked him in cold water.
Hastings supposed he was alluding to the miracle of his keeping his balance, and said nothing. "I'm goin' to bed," he announced, "poor ole Clifford's goin' to bed, an' that's er miracle!" And he did with a nice calculation of distance and equilibrium which would have rung enthusiastic yells of applause from Elliott had he been there to assist en connaisseur. But he was not.
Each Inn possesses certain smaller or subordinate Inns, which formerly served as preparatory schools, but which are now mere collections of chambers. There are thus attached to the Inner Temple Clement's Inn, Clifford's Inn, and Lyon's Inn; to the Middle Temple, New Inn. All the Inns of Court are unincorporated voluntary societies.
Not that he was walking fast, on the contrary, he was strolling with that leisurely gait peculiar to himself. Elliott was beside him and two bulldogs covered the rear. Elliott was reading the "Gil Blas," from which he seemed to extract amusement, but deeming boisterous mirth unsuitable to Clifford's state of mind, subdued his amusement to a series of discreet smiles.
We agreed that it was best to leave him to his own devices. I didn't take Rosa down. Somehow I didn't see her catching on to my uncle and cousins. They were a little too genteel for her. "For the same reason I didn't take her to Clifford's Inn when I went to see Miss Flagg, the woman Gladys had lived with.
A movement of Lady Clifford's arm swept her cigarette-case to the floor and it fell with a clatter close to the card-table. Stooping down, Esther picked it up and crossed to restore it to its owner. "Merci, mille fois," Thérèse murmured mechanically, putting out her hand.
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