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There was something very flattering in the sound of the exclamation with which he greeted her; and then, as they shook hands, 'I should not have known you, Miss Morton; you are and he hesitated for a compliment 'such a stunner! What have you been doing to yourself? At the gate of the narrow garden, Mr. Deyncourt overtook them, carrying Ida's bag of books for her.
Deyncourt. And Ida simpered and said, hesitating, 'I I don't know. If poor Mr. Brown had ever been demented enough even to make the same request, he would have met with a very different answer. 'I do not think it will be very fatiguing, said Mr. Deyncourt. 'Do you know Mrs. Brandon? No! I will ask her to call and explain our plans.
"In the donkey-cart I must return, however, if I die on the way," said Ruth, with a tired smile. "I can't leave Molly. Besides, all is not over yet. The races and prizes take time; and when at last they are dismissed, a slice of " "No, Miss Deyncourt, no! Not more food!" "A slice of cake will be applied externally to each of the children, which rite brings the festivities to a close. There!
Lady Deyncourt, a beauty in her youth, a beauty in middle life, a beauty in her old age, had seen and known all the marked men of the last two generations, and had reminiscences to tell which increased in point and flavor, like old wine, the longer they were kept.
Though she had inherited the Deyncourt earnestness of character, together with their dark serious eyes, and a certain annoying rigidity as to right and wrong, these defects were counterbalanced by flashes of brightness and humor which reminded Lady Deyncourt of herself in her own brilliant youth, and inclined her to be lenient, when in her daughters' cases she would have been sarcastic.
What can be finer than September when she is in a good-humor? The two first days of Ruth's visit were unalloyed enjoyment. It seemed like a sudden return to the old life with Lady Deyncourt, when the round of country visits regularly succeeded the season in London. Of Mr. Alwynn she saw little or nothing. He was buried in the newly discovered charters.
I will say instead, 'natural advisers. Come, Miss Deyncourt, you can't accuse me of firmness now!" "My natural advisers," repeated Ruth, slowly. "I feel as if I ought to have natural advisers somewhere; but who are they? Where are they? I could not ask my sister or her husband for advice. I mean, I could not take it if I did. I should think I knew better myself. Uncle John? Evelyn?
Not gone, after all!" he exclaimed, in a voice in which surprise was more predominant than pleasure. "No, Charles," returned Lady Mary in her measured tones, looking slowly up at him over her gold-rimmed spectacles. "I felt a slight return of my old enemy, and Miss Deyncourt kindly undertook to make my excuses to Mrs. Thursby."
Charles wondered that the others should applaud when the duet was finished. Ruth's voice went best alone in his opinion. "And the 'Cold Blast'?" asked Dare, immediately afterwards. "The 'Cold Blast' was here a moment ago," turning the leaves over rapidly. "You are not tired, Miss Deyncourt?" "Tired!" replied Ruth, her eyes sparkling. "It never tires me to sing. It rests me."
Ida had walked from the school to the church with Mr. Deyncourt, and he had talked so gently and pitifully of the family distress, and assumed so much grief on her part, that his sympathy made her heart throb; above all, when he told her that his two sisters were coming to stay with him, Mrs.
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