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He spoke in an insolent tone, and Sally turned upon him in fury and bade him begone. "Mind your own business, Mr. Dorrimore, and don't thrust your nose into what doesn't concern you," she cried, her eyes blazing with wrath. "Oh, I've no quarrel with you, madam. I only wish to warn your poor dupe " He wasn't able to finish the sentence. Vane had struck him a violent blow in the face.
But he was as great a coward as he was a braggart, and a fair fight was not to his taste. He was more at home in a stealthy approach under the cover of night, and a swift plunge of his sword before the enemy could turn and defend himself. With Dorrimore it was different. To do him justice, fop as he was, he did not want for courage, and, moreover, he was a good swordsman.
I'm not so sure what Jarvis might say to save his skin. You see, he was paid to bring his man to Spring Gardens, so that you might affront him and get him to fight you," added Rofflash dropping his voice significantly. "Devil take it! Where's a surgeon to be got?" returned Dorrimore in alarm. "Leave it to me, sir.
All that had happened, her mad escapade with Dorrimore, the baseness of her mother, her escape from the house in the Old Bailey, her many trials and tribulations were mere trifles to be forgotten as soon as possible. But her thoughts of Lancelot Vane oh, they were serious enough. There was no pretence about them. And to fill her cup of joy would be her first appearance on the stage!
The other thing which fixed itself in her mind was the familiar tone of the coachman towards Dorrimore. It was more that of an equal than of a menial. This impression confirmed her suspicion that she was trapped. Dorrimore had doubtless enlisted the services of a confidential friend rather than trust to a servant whose blabbing tongue might serve to betray him.
That I was happy needs hardly be said; the only bar to my perfect enjoyment of those golden days was the presence of Dr. Dorrimore, whom I had felt compelled to introduce to the ladies. By them he was evidently held in favor. What could I say? I knew absolutely nothing to his discredit. His manners were those of a cultivated and considerate gentleman; and to women a man's manner is the man.
By the light of what had happened it seemed now to her perfectly monstrous that she could ever have consented to marry him. It angered her when she thought of it but her anger was directed more against herself than against Dorrimore. "I suppose I ought to go back to Mr. Vane. He'll be waiting anxiously to know how I've fared, but no I'll go to Twitenham first."
I'll have nought to do with such folly. We'll find some other way to lay the spark by the heels and have the girl as well. My advice is not to show yourself or you'll put him on his guard." Dorrimore, whose head was not particularly strong, had had a couple of bottles with his dinner to give him spirit for the enterprise, and he allowed himself to be persuaded.
I can hear the footman saying: 'Your coach is waiting, my lady. Lady Dorrimore how well it sounds! Archibald loves me...." May be this conviction settled the matter. The girl slid out of bed and dressed herself hurriedly, though eleven o'clock had only just struck and she had plenty of time.
You see, she's set her heart on him." "Sally Salisbury's heart? What, has the saucy jade got one?" demanded Dorrimore derisively. "She thinks so, and with Sally that's as good as having one. You might find it prudent to take refuge in France for a while till the affair blows over. It would be bad enough to kill the man right out, but a thousand times worse to leave him to bleed to death.
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