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Corporal Zeally found himself a sergeant within forty-eight hours, and within an hour of the announcement he and Polly were given an audience in the Bayfield library, with the result that Parson Milliton cried their banns in Axcester Church on the following Sunday, and the bride-elect received a month's wages and three weeks' notice of dismissal, with a hint that the reason for her short retention to instruct her successor in Miss Dorothea's ways was ostensible rather than real.
Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions, which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship? "Certainly," said good Sir James.
That will give you courage?" Dorothea's face had become animated, and as it beamed on Rosamond very close to her, she felt something like bashful timidity before a superior, in the presence of this self-forgetful ardor. She said, with blushing embarrassment, "Thank you: you are very kind." "And he felt that he had been so wrong not to pour out everything about this to you.
The cook's mate in the galley is no less dismayed than the admiral in command. Dorothea's light, so to speak, was only a tallow-candle, yet to put it out was to leave the poor woman very desolate in the dark. So Mr.
A blessed sense of rejoicing, such as he had not felt since his early youth, filled his heart, and Dorothea's ardor seemed to him half pitiful and half amusing. It was not till his duteous son took the hammer in his hand, that he stepped between his wife and the bust, saying kindly: "There will be time enough to-morrow to destroy the work.
Perhaps there was a faint taste of jealousy in the question. A smile began to play over Dorothea's face as she said "No, indeed! How could you imagine it?" But here the door opened, and Lydgate entered. "I am come back in my quality of doctor," he said. "After I went away, I was haunted by two pale faces: Mrs. Casaubon looked as much in need of care as you, Rosy.
For his particular offence, I would have had the old hulks maintained in the Hamoaze, with all their severities; as it is, the posturer may find Dartmoor pretty stiff, but will yet have the consolation of herding with his betters." Strangely enough this speech did more to fix Dorothea's resolve than all she had read or heard of the rigours of the war-prison.
The sentry tugged at an iron bellpull, and a bell tolled twice within. Dorothea's feet were half-frozen in spite of her wraps she stamped them in the snow while she studied the gateway and the enormous blocks which arched it, unhewn save for two words carved in Roman capitals "PARCERE SUBJECTIS." A key turned in the wicket. "Visitors for the Commandant!"
We're going away, and you will be all alone if you don't. Can't he come, Cousin Claudia? He'd love it. I know he would." "I don't." Claudia moved her chair farther from the firelight. "Christmas at Elmwood would be punishment for a city man. We are much too primitive and old-fashioned. He would prefer New York." "Would you?" Dorothea's arms were around her uncle's neck, and her head nodded at his.
He would not himself have described Lord Bearwarden exactly as a "comely young gentleman," but on the subject of manly beauty Dorothea's taste was probably more reliable than his own. If so, however, what could they be doing in Berners Street? Pshaw! How this illness had weakened his intellect!
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