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"O, good-night, Gretta, I didn't see you." "Good-night, Mr. D'Arcy. Good-night, Miss O'Callaghan." "Good-night, Miss Morkan." "Good-night, again." "Good-night, all. Safe home." "Good-night. Good night." The morning was still dark. A dull, yellow light brooded over the houses and the river; and the sky seemed to be descending.
From A System of Syphilis, vol. ii., edited by D'Arcy Power and J.
The words that were spoken all had reference to Edith herself; but they came from the Captain and were assuredly sweet. "And it's really true that you are boycotted?" Mrs. D'Arcy asked. "Certainly it's true." "And what do they do to you? Do all the servants leave you?" "Unless there be any like Peter who make up their minds to face the wrath of Landleaguers.
"Now, Mary Jane," said Aunt Kate, "don't annoy Mr. D'Arcy. I won't have him annoyed." Seeing that all were ready to start she shepherded them to the door, where good-night was said: "Well, good-night, Aunt Kate, and thanks for the pleasant evening." "Good-night, Gabriel. Good-night, Gretta!" "Good-night, Aunt Kate, and thanks ever so much. Goodnight, Aunt Julia."
She lived in great state and freedom, as Saladin had promised that she should live in his letter to Sir Andrew D'Arcy. No insult or violence were offered to her faith; no suitor was thrust upon her. But she was in a land where women do not consort with men, especially if they be high-placed.
It was this latter path they chose, since at low tide the going there is good for horses which, even in the summer, that of the inland track was not. Also they wished to be at home by supper-time, lest the old knight, Sir Andrew D'Arcy, the father of Rosamund and the uncle of the orphan brethren, should grow anxious, and perhaps come out to seek them.
Aunt Kate wrinkled her brows and made signs to the others to drop the subject. Mr. D'Arcy stood swathing his neck carefully and frowning. "It's the weather," said Aunt Julia, after a pause. "Yes, everybody has colds," said Aunt Kate readily, "everybody."
"Do they gain on us?" asked Stallman, who sat propped up in the stern-sheets. "I fear so," I replied; "but the frigate is still not so very far off." "If they overtake us, I will ask you, D'Arcy, to drop astern a little, and try and keep them at bay, so as to afford the first gig a better chance of escaping," he said, faintly. This was the boat Miss Norman was in.
"I say, D'Arcy," said he, "it's all blown, and we are in for it, I guess." "What's blown?" I asked. "Why, the coach affair, of course," he replied. "As we were coming off they were all talking of it, and Mr Vernon said he was very sure I was one of the chickens, so there was no use denying it.
When poor Florian declared that he would go to mass after he had first told the story about Pat Carroll, they swore they would boycott the chapel if he entered the door. Not a single person would stay to receive the mass. So he wouldn't go. It was not long after that when he became afraid to show his face outside the hall-door." "And yet you can come here to this ball?" said Mrs. D'Arcy.
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