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Here she scowled at her husband, who contented himself with walking to and fro, playing with his coatskirts, and feeling, no doubt, a portion of the shame which his miserable bondage to this silly woman necessarily incurred. "Mr. Clifford has got a lawyer who can do for him what it seems you can not," was her additional observation.
Her eyes, which were falling shut from exhaustion, tried to open for a moment. She made an effort to speak, but could not manage it, convulsive sobs still shaking her like a storm. The doctor and Miss Clifford had now come up and were bending over her. "Oh, oh, so he was right, after all!" the old lady murmured in deep pity and consternation. "Poor girl; what a dreadful condition!
Bruce Clifford and the other members of Quarry Troop No. 1, waited only to determine the location of the column of smoke that now extended clear across the sky, then, selecting the short cut across the field by which they had come, they hurried pellmell toward the scene of trouble. "It's down in the factories!" panted Romper as he ran.
"For what purpose?" he asked coldly. "You could have seen me by coming to Chatham." "Chatham?" she answered impatiently. "Clifford, don't you understand? I could not come to Chatham, because I failed. Sir Guy will not give up that Captain Lippencott to the rebel general. Sir Guy! Poof! I weary of him!" She gave her foot an impatient stamp.
"But you will excuse me, I am sure; for this return home, and the meeting with an old friend, has quite bewildered me. Allow me, Mr. Bernard to introduce to you my companion on the voyage, and one who like myself, has known the privations of exile, though for a much longer period than I." Mr. Clifford advanced to Arthur, and the young men shook hands heartily.
"Doctor, the bluebirds seem to come like the south wind that Leonard says is blowing this morning," Mrs. Clifford remarked. "Where were they last night? and how have they reached us after such a storm?" "I imagine that those we hear this morning have been with us all winter, or they may have arrived before the storm.
And, isn't it odd, she refuses to allow the doctor to come near her at all!" "Does she? Very odd, indeed!" With another glance at the canapé, Lady Clifford turned towards the doctor. "What do you think one ought to do, doctor?" she inquired. "She can't stay here, naturally. Don't you think one should try to get her into some really safe place, where she could be properly looked after?"
And oh, He must have loved him, though he was suffered to fall over that dreadful precipice, and die before you saw him. It happened before you reached Engelberg?" "Yes," said Felicita, shivering. "The papers were sent on to Mr. Clifford," continued Phebe, "and he sent for me to come with him, and see you before the news got into the papers. It will be in to-morrow.
All this part he had heard from Mr. Owen, though he did not tell her. "And now," she ended with a deep sigh of relief, "thee knows at last just how the matter was." "Well? And what then?" Clifford was smiling now. "Now you wish me to acknowledge how wrong I was, I suppose?" "Nay," spoke Sally rising. "I did not want anything except for thee to hear the facts.
Darwin's later books appeared about the same period, as did a large body of scientific works in popular form by Huxley, Tyndall, Wallace, Lewes, Lubbock, Tylor, and Clifford. It is only needful here to refer to such scientific works as directly reacted on general literature.
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