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Damer, looking as though a totally new idea had now been opened to him. "And under these circumstances, I will now wait and see whether or no you will renew your offer." "God bless my soul!" said Mr. Damer, again. It often does strike an old gentleman as very odd that any man should fall in love with his daughter, whom he has not ceased to look upon as a child.
Damer had brushed her diminished hair into the fashion in which she ordinarily wore it; thrown on an evening-robe of black, which, while it contrasted well with her fairness, showed the falling away of her figure in a painful degree; and was ready to accompany her husband downstairs.
Unfortunately for her art, she was married at nineteen to John Darner, eldest son of Lord Milton, a fop and spendthrift, who had run through a large fortune. He committed suicide nine years after his marriage. It is said that Harrington, in Miss Burney's novel of "Cecilia," was drawn from John Damer, and that his wardrobe was sold for $75,000 about half its original cost! Mrs.
I was not likely to forget his face now. I soon got to know all our neighbours by sight. On one side of us was the old gentleman, whose name was Bartram; on the other side lived Sir Lionel Damer.
Ingram; don't you think so?" said Miss Dawkins to Mrs. Damer. Mrs. Damer was going along upon her donkey, not altogether comfortably. She much wished to have her lord and legitimate protector by her side, but he had left her to the care of a dragoman whose English was not intelligible to her, and she was rather cross. "Indeed, Miss Dawkins, I don't know who are nice and who are not.
Fanny pointed to the top of the other Pyramid, and there they were, conspicuous with their red caps. "And M. Delabordeau?" "Oh! he has gone down, I think; no, he is there with Miss Dawkins." And in truth Miss Dawkins was leaning on his arm most affectionately, as she stooped over and looked down upon the ruins below her. "And where is that fellow, Ingram?" said Mr. Damer, looking about him.
"One two three four," exclaimed Colonel Damer, as the boxes successively came to the ground. "I am afraid you will think we are going to take you by storm, Mrs. Clayton; but perhaps you know my wife's fancy for a large travelling kit of old. Is that all, Blanche?" "That is all thank you," in the same low melancholy tones in which she had spoken before. "Now, Bella, dear, which is to be my room?"
Damer, their daughter, and two young sons; of these chiefly, because they were the nucleus to which the others had attached themselves as adherents; they had originated the journey, and in the whole management of it Mr. Damer retarded himself as the master.
Damer ought to have known better, as, during the last six weeks she had never shown her face out of Shepheard's Hotel without being pestered for backsheish; but she was tired and weak, and foolishly thought to rid herself of the man who was annoying her.
He knows too much to try to make his love run up hill; but let it once get started, rough running gives it vim. Wade will love like a deluge, when he sees that he may, and I'd advise obstacles to stand off." "It was pretty, Peter, to see cold Mary Damer so gentle and almost tender." "I always have loved to see the first beginnings of what looks like love, since I saw ours."
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