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It's quite a jolly thing to do." It was a thing which Frank Mannix was quite determined not to do. The suggestion that he should behave in such a way struck him as "cheeky" in a very high degree. A lower schoolboy in Edmondstone House, if he had ventured to speak in such a way, would have been beaten with a fives bat. But Priscilla was a girl and, as Frank understood, girls are not beaten.
His companion asked no questions, but he proceeded, returning to his light and airy tone: "M. Ralph Edmondstone is a genius," he said. "He is an artist, he is a poet, he is also a writer of subtile prose. His sonnets to Euphrasie in the day of Euphrasie awakened the admiration of the sternest critics: they were so tender, so full of purest fire!
"As for Bertha, I think I shall scold her a little, and M. Villefort too. She has been living too exciting a life. She is out continually. She must stay at home more and rest. It is rest she needs." "If you tell Arthur that Bertha looks ill " began Jenny. Edmondstone turned toward her sharply. "Arthur!" he repeated. "Who is Arthur?" Mrs. Trent answered with a comfortable laugh.
"How could you laugh at that detestable old woman?" he exclaimed on encountering Bertha later in the evening. "I wonder that M. Villefort would permit her to talk to you. She is a wicked, cynical creature, who has the hardihood to laugh at her sins instead of repenting of them." "Perhaps that is the reason she is so amusing," said Bertha. Edmondstone answered her with gentle mournfulness.
"What!" he said. "Have you begun to say such things? You too, Bertha" The laugh with which she stopped him was both light and hard. "Where is M. Villefort?" she asked. "I have actually not seen him for fifteen minutes. Is it possible that Madame de Castro has fascinated him into forgetting me?" Edmondstone went to his hotel that night in a melancholy mood.
Edmondstone, in his View of the Shetland Islands, says that sometimes the crow-court, or meeting, does not appear to be complete before the expiration of a day or two, crows coming from all quarters to the session. When the execution is over, they quietly disperse." "I shall never look at a crow, Mother, again," said Harry, "without dislike cruel creatures."
Afterward, when society became a little restive and eager, M. Renard looked on with sardonic interest. "That happy man, M. Villefort," he said to Madame de Castro, "is a good soul a good soul. He has no small jealous follies," and his smile was scarcely a pleasant thing to see. "There is nothing for us beyond this past," Bertha had said, and Edmondstone had agreed with her hopelessly.
But it must be remembered that Edmondstone was a man of consequence in the Jacobite party, as he carried the royal standard of James VII. at the battle of Sheriffmuir, and also, that he was near the door of his own mansion-house, and probably surrounded by his friends and adherents. Rob Roy, however, suffered in reputation for retiring under such a threat.
But it must be remembered that Edmondstone was a man of consequence in the Jacobite party, as he carried the royal standard of James VII. at the battle of Sheriffmuir, and also, that he was near the door of his own mansion-house, and probably surrounded by his friends and adherents. Rob Roy, however, suffered in reputation for retiring under such a threat.
It was to her cousin, Ralph Edmondstone, he had said this with some degree of testiness, and Edmondstone had smiled and answered: "What! have you found that out? Few people do." At the time of the marriage Edmondstone had been in Rome singeing his wings in the light of the eyes of a certain Marchesa who was his latest poetic passion.
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