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Thursday, 21st. Called on Mrs. Norton, ... and on Lady Dacre, to bid her good-by. At the theater, in the evening, the house was good, and I played very well. How sorry I shall be to go away! The actors, too, all seem so sorry to have us go, and it will be so hard to see none of the accustomed faces, to hear none of the familiar voices, while discharging the tasks that are often so irksome to me.
But see, here comes Sir Lucius. Well! how fares my brother consul? 'I do not like this rain. I have been hedging with Hounslow, having previously set Bag at his worthy sire with a little information. We shall have a perfect swamp, and then it will be strength against speed; the old story. Damn the St. Leger. I am sick of it. 'Pooh! pooh! think of the little Dacre!
"When are you going to tell me about your life in England and and about the woman who sent you out of it?" "The woman! I never told you about a woman, child!" "No. But I guessed. It is sure to have been a woman, Dacre." "Well, I don't mind when I tell you. Nothing of all that time is anything to me now. Shall I tell you now?" "If you please, dearest Dacre.
Lionel Dacre came home one evening from the works in very low spirits. Imbedded in the bottom of the lake they had found a little slipper the fellow to it was locked away in Dora's drawer. He saved it to give it to her when she returned. Two years passed away, and the travelers thought of returning. Lillian had recovered health and strength, and, Lord Earle said, longed for home.
Dacre smiled, and his little eyes twinkled with knowledge. "Have you included the psychology of dreams among your learned studies?" he asked. "I did not even know that there was such a psychology." "My dear sir, that shelf above the gem case is filled with volumes, from Albertus Magnus onward, which deal with no other subject. It is a science in itself." "A science of charlatans!"
So much for the international police." "Do they know?" said Mrs. Oswald Carey. "Does Sir John Dacre know?" "Sir John Dacre helped the King into his carriage when he landed. He knows that he is here, and expects to meet him at Aldershot to-morrow." While pretending to move and speak as if quite at ease, Mr. Bugbee was obviously nervous and unsettled. Mrs.
My Lord of Warwick came from Calais to hold counsel with him, and they have sworn to one another to meet with all their forces, and require the removal of the King's evil councillors; and my Lord Duke, with his own mouth, bade me go and summon his trusty Will Dacre of Whitburn so he spake, sir to be with him with all the spears and bowmen you can raise or call for among the neighbours.
The borough for which Arundel Dacre was about to stand was in Sussex, a county in which his family had no property, and very slight connection. Yet at the place, the Catholic interest was strong, and on that, and the usual Whig influence, he ventured.
The other hung back. "Mary, come hither," said Sister Avice. "This is Grisell Dacre, who hath suffered so much. Wilt thou not come and kiss and welcome her?" Mary came forward rather reluctantly, but Grisell drew up her head within, "Oh, if you had liefer not!" and turned her back on the girl.
Oh, a stripling," he said lightly and rustled the Morning Post like an aspen tree. "Father always talks as if he was a hundred himself," said Lancelot, who was not afraid of him. He had to be content with Miss Dacre after all. The others the Judge and Lady Bliss, Aunt Mabel and Uncle Corbet, the Worthingtons, were out of the question.
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