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For instance, Jawleyford Court, as the crow flies, was the same distance from the cross-roads at Dallington Burn as York was from London, in a map of England hanging beside it. 'It's a goodish way, said Sponge, getting a lighter off the chimney-piece, and measuring the distances.
With the good aid of his friend Mrs. Dallington all was at length settled; and fervid prayers that the important day might be ushered in by a smiling sun were offered up during the next fortnight, at half-past six every morning, by all civilised society, who then hurried to their night's rest. Sir Lucius Drops the Mask
And as we went Relf talked of Eldred, the Thane of Dallington, and the wedding that was to come. And all the while I believe that he was troubling about two things that were mixed in his mind fear that I was set aside by Sexberga, and a wish that I had been the bridegroom.
At least Tallemant des Réaux says that "every evening a valet de chambre of the King played on the lute the dances of the day, and M. de Sully danced all alone, in some sort of extraordinary hat such as he always wore in his cabinet while his cronies applauded him, although he was the most awkward man in the world." Tennis is another courtly exercise in which Dallington urges moderation.
Dallington again spoke. 'St. James and the little Dacre have again met. You have my secret. I do not ask your good services with Arundel, which I might at another time; but you cannot expect me to work against myself. Depend, then, no longer on my influence with May Dacre; for to be explicit, as we have always been, most heartily should I rejoice to see her a duchess.
There is no such thing as unmixed evil. A man who loses his money gains, at least, experience, and sometimes something better. But what the Duke of St. James gained is not yet to be told. 'And you like Lachen? asked Mrs. Dallington. 'Very much. 'I formed her with great care, but you must keep her in good humour. 'That is not difficult.
Eldred of Dallington and Sexberga stood hand in hand as I went, vowing that they would not be content till I returned for their wedding, for there was no trouble between them since the young thane had come in from his place one day as if nought had happened, calling me to walk with him when Sexberga had feigned to wish for none of his company.
"All the same, Redwald, I wish it were you, on my faith," said the thane, growing red in his earnestness. "Thanks therefor," said I. "It is good to hear you say so; but I am a landless warrior in bad luck, and so it is better as it is. Who is the man of Sexberga's choice?" "Eldred of Dallington," said he. "A good youth enough, and with lands enough.
They mounted the summit of the round tower, and looked around upon the broad county, which they were proud to call their own. Amid innumerable seats, where blazed the hearths of the best blood of England, they recognised, with delight, the dome of Dacre and the woods of Dallington.
'And Bagshot for a butt, said the Duke. 'And Backbite for a buffoon, said Mr. Annesley. 'And for the rest, said the young Duke, 'the rest of the crew, I vote, shall be women. The Dalmaines will just do. 'And the little Trevors, said Lord Darrell. 'And Long Harrington, said Lord Squib. 'She is my beauty. 'And the young Ducie, said Annesley. 'And Mrs. Dallington of course, and Caroline St.
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