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'It never was, plase your honour, to my knowledge. 'Did you never, among your saints, hear of St. Dennis carrying his head in his hand? said Colambre. 'The RAEL saint! said the postillion, suddenly changing his tone, and looking shocked. 'Oh, don't be talking that way of the saints, plase your honour. 'Then of what St, Dennis were you talking just now? Whom do you mean by St.
"You are not obliged to me, and I am neither good nor kind," said old Reynolds. "You strange man," said Mrs. Petito, advancing graceful in shawl drapery; but she stopped short. "My Lord Colambre and Count O'Halloran, as I hope to be saved!" "I did not know Mrs. Petito was an acquaintance of yours, gentlemen," said Mr. Reynolds, smiling shrewdly.
Burke justice as far as it is in my power, said Lord Colambre, restraining himself much, that he might not say more than became his assumed character. He took leave of this worthy family that night, and, early the next morning, departed.
The invitation was verbally made, and verbally accepted; but the lady afterwards thought it necessary to send a written invitation in due form, and the note she sent directed to the MOST RIGHT HONOURABLE the Lord Viscount Colambre. On opening it he perceived that it could not have been intended for him.
Quin, have an independent fortune, THERE IS NO occasion to purchase one by marriage. 'There is no distress, that I know of, in the case, cried Lady Clonbrony. 'Where is your imagination running, Colambre? But merely for your establishment, your independence. 'Establishment, I want none independence I do desire, and will preserve.
No thanks, indeed, were deserved; for the moment he was out of hearing, both cursed him after the manner of their country. 'Bad luck go with you, then! And may you break your neck before you get home, if it was not for the LASE I'm to get, and that's paid for. Lord Colambre followed the crowd into a public-house, where a new scene presented itself to his view. The man to whom St.
Lord Colambre struck his forehead, but said nothing. 'But if you are beating your brains about your own affairs, my Lord Colambre, my dear, said Sir Terence, 'there's an easy way of settling your family affairs at once; and, since you don't like little daily expedients, Miss Nugent, there's one great expedient, and an expedient for life, that will settle it all to your satisfaction and ours.
'St. Dennis, is it? Then you've one great comfort and security that he won't be PARTICULAR about the swearing; for since ever he had his head on his shoulders, an oath never stuck in St. Dennis's throat, more than in his own brother, old Nick's. 'His head upon his shoulders! repeated Lord Colambre. 'Pray, did you ever hear that St. Dennis's head was off his shoulders?
Lord Colambre read, and was convinced that his father had never written or read the letter, but had signed it, trusting to Sir Terence O'Fay's having expressed his sentiments properly.
You do not know what will happen, this very day this very hour, perhaps if you do not listen to me." "And what will happen?" said Lady Clonbrony, stopping short. "Ay, indeed; she little knows," said Lord Clonbrony, "what's hanging over her head." "Hanging over my head?" said Lady Clonbrony, looking up; "nonsense! what?" "An execution, madam!" said Lord Colambre.
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