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She jumped up and whispered through the door, in a very penitent voice, "Oh, mother, I can't let you in just yet. Do you mind waiting five minutes? Come again by-and-by. I I I'm so awfully tired and queer this morning somehow." Mrs. Clifford's voice had an answering little ring of terror in it, as she replied at once, in the same soft tone "Very well, darling. That's all right.
Clifford smiled sweetly and patted him on the head. "Tzing! la! la! My shot, Elliott?" "Tzing! la! la!" laughed Thaxton, "That's Clifford's biography in three words." Clifford repeated the refrain and winked impudently at the pretty bookkeeper behind her railing. She, alas! returned it with a blush.
The next day Clifford Wentworth came to see Lizzie, and Acton, who was at home and saw him pass through the garden, took note of the circumstance. He had a natural desire to make it tally with Madame M; auunster's account of Clifford's disaffection; but his ingenuity, finding itself unequal to the task, resolved at last to ask help of the young man's candor.
Mixing a larger dose than any he had before allowed himself, he swallowed it hastily, and, walking across the room, threw himself, fully dressed, upon the bed. To those whose sphere lies in the west of London, Fleet Street is little more than a name, and Clifford's Inn a mere dead letter.
Clifford's have banished it altogether. I felt as if my own father were blessing me in the friend who is now my guardian, and of whom I have heard so often; and, after my long winter journey among strangers, you've no idea what a refuge this warm room has already become. Oh, I know I shall be happy. I only wish that dear papa knew how well he has provided for me." "He knows, my dear.
Clifford's mother! You surely do not mean that that old lady, Mrs. Cartwright, who accompanied the Bernards on their return from France, is the mother of that fine looking young man?" "Yes, indeed, his is quite a romantic history." "Oh, I should like to hear it of all things. Do oblige me by narrating it, will you?
Is it, if I may be allowed to ask, with your celebrated uncle that you are staying, or " "With my father," answered Lucy, concluding the sentence Clifford had left unfinished; "but my uncle has been with us, though I fear he leaves us to-morrow." Clifford's eyes sparkled; he made no answer, but bowing again, receded into the crowd and disappeared.
I'd ha' torn his ugly eyes out. Mat. They ain't ugly eyes. They're big and blue, and they sparkle so when he talks to her! Sus. And who's her? Ye didn't mention a her. Some brazen-faced imperence! Mat. No. The young lady at Mrs. Clifford's. Sus. Oho! See if I do a stitch for her! Shan't I leave a needle in her shimmy, just! Mat. What shall I do! All the good's gone out of me! And such a pain here!
We must not suppose that Clifford's manner and tone were towards Lucy Brandon such as they seemed to others. Love refines every roughness; and that truth which nurtures tenderness is never barren of grace. Whatever the habits and comrades of Clifford's life, he had at heart many good and generous qualities.
The French students christened him "l'Enfant Prodigue," which was freely translated, "The Prodigious Infant," "The Kid," "Kid Selby," and "Kidby." But the disease soon ran its course from "Kidby" to "Kidney," and then naturally to "Tidbits," where it was arrested by Clifford's authority and ultimately relapsed to "Kid." Wednesday came, and with it M. Boulanger.
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