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But, Othello, speak Did you by indirect and forced courses, Subdue and poison this young maid's affection? Or came it by request, and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth! Shakspeare. Mr. Delancey sat in his drawing-room conversing with General Delville; whom he was yet allowed to believe he might one day look upon as his son-in-law.
She has made Delville look coolly on me; in a few weeks he will be a Tory; think of that, Lady Erpingham!" "One month more," answered Constance, with a smile, "and you shall see." One night, Lady Delville and Lady Erpingham met at a large party. The latter seated herself by her haughty enemy; not seeming to heed Lady Delville's coolness, Constance entered into conversation with her.
Hauksbee, her hands to her ears, and her face buried in the chintz of a chair, was quivering with pain at each cry from the bed, and murmuring, 'Thank God, I never bore a child! Oh! thank God, I never bore a child! Mrs. Delville looked at the bed for an instant, took Mrs. Bent by the shoulders, and said quietly, 'Get me some caustic. Be quick. The mother obeyed mechanically. Mrs.
Will you dine with us on Thursday? we shall have only nine persons beside yourself: but they are the nine persons whom I most esteem and admire." Lady Delville accepted the invitation.
Was the glory gone from your brow, Constance? or the proud gladness from your eye? Alas! are not the blessings of the world like the enchanted bullets? that which pierces our heart is united with the gift which our heart desired! Lord Erpingham entered the room. "Well, Constance," said he, "shall you ride on horseback to-day?" "I think not." "Then I wish you would call on Lady Delville.
It was the general weakness I feared, said the Doctor half to himself, and he whispered as he looked, 'You've done what I should have been afraid to do without consultation. 'She was dyin', said Mrs. Delville, under her breath. 'Can you do anythin'? What a mercy it was I went to the dance! Mrs. Hauksbee raised her head. 'Is it all over? she gasped. 'I'm useless I'm worse than useless!
"Who rang the bell, Minny?" inquired Della one morning, as she sat looking over a richly-bound volume of engravings, a recent gift from her father. "General Delville, Miss." "Has mamma gone into the drawing-room?" "Not yet, Miss; she is preparing to do so." "Well, Minny, do you go to her, and tell her that Della says, please not go in this morning, she wishes to see General Delville alone."
'I'm different. I've no sense of humour. 'Cultivate it, then. It has been my mainstay for more years than I care to think about. A well-educated sense of humour will save a woman when Religion, Training, and Home influences fail; and we may all need salvation sometimes. 'Do you suppose that the Delville woman has humour? 'Her dress betrays her.
"You go to the Duchess of Daubigny's to-night?" said Lady Delville in the course of their broken conversation. "Indeed I do not. I like agreeable society. It shall be my object to form a circle that not one displeasing person shall obtain access to. Will you assist me, my dear Mrs. Trevor?" and Constance turned, with her softest smile, to the lady she addressed. Mrs.
One or two, acting in the belief that the Battalion would not return to the fight for some time, postponed their trip, and on the very day that they arrived at Delville Wood they remembered that that was the day they should have been basking in the sun at Le Treport. Such is the folly of procrastination.
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