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Instantly Clupp's palm closed again upon the parted jaws and reduced him to silence once more, while Brilliana went on. "In doing which you deserved well of his Majesty." "Ay, all was well so far," Master Paul grumbled; "but he played the like trick upon me at your instigation." Brilliana would not hear of it. "You misuse speech. 'Tis no trick to serve the King.
As I understand, each of you accuses the other of robbing him." Master Paul agreed. Master Peter, gagged behind Clupp's hand, nodded dismally. Brilliana went on. "This is at first blush a dilemma, but our wit makes all clear. Each of you, avowedly in the King's name, did descend upon the dwelling of a disaffected rebel and make certain seizures there which have been duly sent to his Majesty.
We shall meet each other many times first, and then you will see if you like me to be your friend. Is it not so?" A scarcely concealed smile reflected itself on the faces of all who heard this naive, but indefinite acceptance of Mrs. Van Clupp's invitation, while Mrs. Van Clupp herself was somewhat mortified, and knew not what to answer.
Master Paul was vehement in asseveration. "I am a King's man, hook and eye." "Then," Brilliana assumed, "'tis Master Rainham must fare in chains to Oxford." Master Rainham, staring at her over Clupp's paw, had such appealing terror in his eyes that Brilliana pitied him. "'Tis your turn now," she said. "Let him give tongue, Clupp."
With face a rich crimson from chin to forehead, she made to hurl herself upon the leering, fleering mannikin, but was caught in the unbreakable restraint of neighbor Clupp's clasp. "You limb, I'll griddle you!" Mistress Satchell gasped, panting in the embracing arms. Halfman played the peace-maker with a sour smile. "There, there, goody," he expostulated; "youth will have its yelp."
Besides, though everybody knows what Van Clupp's father was, they make a good pretense at being well-born, they don't cram their low connections down your throat, as Bruce-Errington wants to do with his common wife. They ignore all their vulgar belongings delightfully! They've been cruelly 'cut' by Mrs. Rippington she's American but, then, she's perfect style.
Do you remember that big 'at home' at the Van Clupp's when they had a band to play in the back-yard, and everybody was deafened by the noise? Wasn't it quite too ridiculous!" Lady Winsleigh laughed over this reminiscence, and then betook herself to the consideration of lunch, a tasty meal which both she and Mrs.
People began to notice her deepening seriousness and the wistful melancholy of her blue eyes, and made their remarks thereon when they saw her at Marcia Van Clupp's wedding, an event which came off brilliantly at the commencement of November, and which was almost entirely presided over by Mrs. Rush-Marvelle.
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