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He looked very grave, but not at all ill-tempered. May did not offer her hand. After the "good-morning," he walked beside her, and at once began to speak. "I find I must leave Rivenoak, Miss Tomalin." His voice was low, gentle, not unkind. "Must you indeed, Lord Dymchurch?" "I'm afraid I must," he answered quietly. "I am so sorry. But you will be able to see Lady Ogram?" "I fear not.

The Hollingford election interested Dymchurch so little that he had never inquired as to its result; in truth, he had forgotten all about it. "I fear Mr. Lashmar is rather disappointing. Rumour says that the philosophical theory of life and government which he put before us as original was taken word for word from a French book which he took for granted no one would have read.

I can't remember half of those I was introduced to. Lord Dymchurch " "Ha! Lord Dymchurch came? And you had a talk with him?" "Oh, yes. I find he takes a great interest in Old English, and we talked about Chaucer and so on for a long time. He isn't quite so well up in it as I am; I put him right on one or two points, and he seemed quite grateful. He's very nice, isn't he?

Highly imaginative stories, too, went about concerning Miss Tomalin, whom everyone assumed to be the heiress of Lady Ogram's wealth. By some undercurrent, no doubt of servant's-hall origin, the name of Lord Dymchurch had come into circulation, and the editor of the Express ventured to inquire of Lashmar whether it was true that Miss Tomalin had rejected an offer of marriage from this peer.

Never mind he would have more time to give to the beloved pursuit of exploring the secret, shy marsh country he would do all Joanna's business afield, in the far market towns of New Romney and Dymchurch, and the farms away in Kent or under the Coast at Ruckinge and Warhorne. Meanwhile he spent a great deal of his time at Ansdore.

A string-band, under a marquee aside from the plot of smooth turf which represented the stage, began to discourse old English music; on this subject, as soon as they were seated side by side, Dymchurch had the full benefit of May's recently acquired learning. How quick the girl was in gathering any kind of information! And how intelligently she gave it forth!

Lord Dymchurch sat in his usual corner of the library, and, on Lashmar's approach, smiled his wonted greeting. After preliminary gossip, Dyce commanded himself to courageous utterance. "I have been asked to come forward as Liberal candidate for a little borough in the Midlands Hollingford.

A cell in itself is blind motion; an aggregate of cells is a living creature. A man by himself is only an animal with superior possibilities; men associated produce reason, civilisation, the body politic. Could reason ever have come to birth in a man alone?" Lord Dymchurch nodded and mused. From his look it was plain that Lashmar interested, and at the same time, puzzled him.

Admission of inferiority was so unexpected a thing on Miss Tomalin's lips, that her interlocutor glanced at her. Mrs. Toplady, in her corner of the railway carriage, seemed to be smiling over a newspaper article. "The feeling must be very transitory," said Dymchurch, with humorous arch of brows. "Oh, it doesn't trouble me very often.

Toplady's, that evening. I know my own qualities, and see no use in pretending that I don't. But what are we talking about! Of course you care nothing for Dymchurch. I know that very well. If you did, you wouldn't be here." He ended on a little laugh of triumph, and therewith, catching hold of both her hands, he drew her gently forward, looked close into her face, murmured "May! My beautiful May!"

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