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As they neared the house, Roy's pace slackened. "Go on, Dudley, and leave me, I can't get on, I believe that horrid old asthma is coming on, I'll follow slowly." "I'm not quite such a cad," was Dudley's retort, and then hoisting Roy up on his back, as if that mode of proceeding was quite a usual occurrence, he made his way into the house.
Governor Dudley's shade must have looked with amazed dismay and wrath upon this egg, which could hardly fail to "a Toleration hatch," filled with every evil his verses had prophesied, and there were many of the same mind.
During Dudley's absence Eugenia gave herself up to as much of the baby as Delphy grudgingly allowed her, sewing, in the long intervals, on tiny slips as delicate as cobwebs. Even this occupation was not wholly a peaceful one. "Des wait twel he begin ter crawl, en' den whar'l dose spider webs be?" propounded Delphy in the afternoon of the third day.
His death in July, 1653, softened the feeling that seems slowly to have arisen against him in the minds of many who had been his friends, not without reason, though many of them had showed quite as thorough intolerance as he. With increasing years, Dudley's spirit had hardened and embittered against all who ventured to differ from the cast-iron theology his soul loved.
"I do understand," she returned gently, and before Lottie could raise her lowered head she left the room. She had promised Dudley that the calls should be made, and she put on her visiting gown without a thought of shirking the fulfilment of her pledge. From the day of her marriage she had zealously accepted the obligations forced upon her by Dudley's political aspirations, and Mrs.
Woodford, "for Lord Cutts was so much pleased with you that he would do his utmost on your behalf." "Much good that would do me," said poor Peregrine, setting his teeth as his tormentor came in. Meantime, in Mrs. Dudley's parlour, while that good lady was assisting the surgeon at the dressing, Anne and her uncle exchanged information. Mr.
Tierney says he shall be beat, owing to Bate Dudley's manoeuvres, and the Dissenters having all forsaken him, a set of ungrateful wretches. E. Fawkener has just sent me a state of the poll at Northampton, as it stood yesterday, when they adjourned to dinner: Lord Compton, 160; Bouverie, 98; Colonel Manners, 72. They are in hopes Mr. Manners will give up, this is all my news, Sir.
He passed his hand over them and held it in the light, with a shudder. Max uttered a sharp cry. The stain on Dudley's hand, the wet patches which glistened on his dark clothes, were stains of blood. As the cry of horror escaped the lips of Max, Dudley wheeled quickly round and met his eyes. For a moment the two men stood staring at each other without uttering a word.
If she could only smuggle Popover down into Dr Dudley's office before she was discovered! Instinct told her that "High Price" would never tolerate a kitten in the ward. She took one step forward. "Me-ew!" sounded faintly from Brida's cot. The nurse raised her head, listened inquiringly, and then resumed her work of examining the patients' records. Polly stole nearer the bed.
One of Mrs. Dudley's prettiest tablecloths was spread on a little piney level close to the brook, and Polly set out the paper plates and cups and the boxes of food. "Which do you like best, Mr. Randolph, coffee or chocolate?" Polly queried anxiously. "I will answer as a little boy of my acquaintance did, 'Whichever you have the most of."
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