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Grimly, without lifting his head, he made answer. "You know the rest or you can guess. Then you came, and told me that the woman Dacre's wife died before his marriage to Stella. I've been in hell ever since." "I wish to Heaven I'd stopped away!" Bernard exclaimed with sudden vehemence. Everard shifted his position slightly to glance at him. "Don't wish that!" he said.
She got up with a sense of being weighted in every limb, and began to undress. Everard would be vexed if he returned and found her still up. Not that she expected him to return for a long time. His absence lasted sometimes till the night was nearly over. She never questioned him regarding it, and he never told her anything. Dacre's revelation on that night so long ago had never left her memory.
There was a noble despair in their hearts. "Up with the King's banner!" shouted Featherstone, and Dacre went to the mast and drew up the flag. "God save the King!" shouted every throat, as the heavy folds went upward. But there was a hitch in the halyards, and Dacre's excitement did not allow him to remove it quickly.
This letter was written in answer to some strictures of Lady Dacre's on what appeared to her coarseness of language in my play of "The Star of Seville," which she thought unbecoming a "young lady." If I remember rightly, too, she said that the introduction of a scene in a bedchamber might be deemed objectionable.
A great change showed itself in her; she was full of a new tenderness to me, and was most mild and patient with poor Will and his odd ways; and as for him, I believe he would have died for her, or done anything that she desired, except lodging in Mr. Dacre's house, or worshipping in a church.
Yonder rides the brave man who will proclaim the Monarchy, and it is too late now to warn him or his fellow-officers and patriots. We may draw back; but they will go on. The world will be the witness. If the King has been false to us and we do not know that he has we shall be true to our cause and to ourselves." There was a pause. Dacre's eyes were on the dial in his hand.
It seems to me shortsighted policy, but I cannot help myself. After the play came home to supper, and at eleven went to Lady Dacre's. Sidney Smith, Rogers. Conversation sharp. Lots of people that I knew, in spite of which, in consequence, I suppose, of my own state of spirits, I did not enjoy myself. Mrs.
Dacre's appearance was enough to show that his deep interest in these psychic matters was intellectual rather than spiritual. There was no trace of asceticism upon his heavy face, but there was much mental force in his huge, dome-like skull, which curved upward from amongst his thinning locks, like a snowpeak above its fringe of fir trees.
Dacre's glance moved gravely around the vast hall and met the gaze of a thousand eyes without flinching.
Few who did not know too much of Sir Lucius Grafton could refrain from yielding him their regard when he chose to challenge it, and with the Dacres he was soon an acknowledged favourite. As a new M.P., and hitherto doubtful supporter of the Catholic cause, it was grateful to Mr. Dacre's feelings to find in him an ally, and flattering to Mr.
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