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Hoover did not know who the Earl of Rochester's banker might be, but the promptness of the reply satisfied him of its truth, the promptness was also an index of sanity. He passed at a venture to a subject on which he was acquainted. "And how many brothers and sisters have you?" That was fatal. Jones' eye fell under the pressure of Hoover's.
I believe that paper covers a sliding panel or concealed door. 'It is very likely, replied the earl. 'I intended to have the paper off, but I had no money to pay a workman, and I am not so industrious as was my uncle. What is your remaining account?
Hurriedly securing the door from all intruders, the earl at length approached his son. "Wouldst thou be free?" he said, abruptly. "Methinks thou art young enough still to love liberty better than chains, and perchance death. Speak, I tell thee; wouldst thou be free?" "Free!" answered Alan, raising his head, with flashing eye and burning cheek; "would I be free?
I'm going right ahead with my plans for marrying Teresa Olivano anyhow, in spite of you and the Earl and your dodgasted cuff-buttons." And Uncle J. Edmund Tooter said no more for the remainder of the luncheon.
"You must indeed have your cap in your hand, Walter; but you need not bear yourself in that spirit. The 'prentice of a London citizen may have just as much honest pride and independence as the proudest earl at Westminster; but carry not independence too far.
Thou shalt hear from Edward himself that he no longer asks sureties for the faith of the House of Godwin; and I cannot think that Duke William would have suffered thee to bring me over this news from the dead if he were not prepared to do justice to the living." "Your speech, Earl of Wessex, goes near to the truth.
'Father, said he, coming in one day a little after Easter, 'you are a very wise man! 'Eh! said the Earl, looking up in wonder and expectation excited by this prelude, hoping for the fulfilment of some political prediction. 'He is a wise man, proceeded Louis, 'who does not put faith in treasures, especially butlers; also, who does not bring a schoolboy to London with nothing to do!
"Move the things from the table," commanded my lord, "and bring the pen and ink, and a sheet of paper from my desk." Mr. Mordaunt's interest began to increase. Fauntleroy did as he was told very deftly. In a few moments, the sheet of paper, the big inkstand, and the pen were ready. "There!" he said gayly, "now you can write it." "You are to write it," said the Earl.
Bradgate House was destroyed in the early part of the last century by its mistress. The Earl of Suffolk, who then owned it, brought his wife, who had no taste for a rural life, from the metropolis to live there. Her sister in London wrote to inquire how she was getting on. She answered, "The house is tolerable, the country a forest, and the inhabitants all brutes."
The mother of the rescued boy sobbed, 'Oh, my lord, my lord! The earl caught sight of Dr. Shrapnel, and went to him. 'My wife has gone down to Mrs. Beauchamp, he said. 'She will bring her and the baby to Mount Laurels. The child will have to be hand-fed. I take you with me. You must not be alone.
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