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She stood firm again, but her rigid expression did not change. With a bow, the intruder began: "May I venture " She interrupted him. "Do not speak to me, or stay here. Go!" She was like marble, only that her eyes blazed. Her hand pointed toward the door emphasizing her repulsion. Edmonson looked in amazement at this new power, to him a new attraction.
Step by step he fell backward, until at a distance from her he stood still looking at her as if strength failed him, even to retreat. Elizabeth turned to Edmonson, and gave him the water left in her cup. "Is that Harwin?" he asked hoarsely, holding it back from his lips until she had answered him. "Yes," she said, as if to end the subject. "Drink. I must go."
Edmonson, if you go to quoting the Bible and asking where the quotation comes from, you will get into awful disgrace with this strictest-sect-of-our-religion people, and then what will become of the other scheme that is bound to pull through?" "True, most sapient counsellor, and I will be on my guard.
For that very reason I shall probably be extremely sensible." Edmonson smiled, half in amusement, half in contempt. "Suppose the lady should be so too?" he asked slyly; then added, "I hope she will, Bulchester, and take you. I don't know her name yet." "Nor I. But I don't want to consider only the rent-roll of the future Lady Bulchester."
My thoughts have been much saddened by the news which I received of the death of Mary Edmonson." "May 30. The next day from my last letter came off Miss Greenfield's concert, of which I send a card. You see in what company they have put your poor little wife. Funny! isn't it? Well, the Hons. and Right Hons. all were there. I sat by Lord Carlisle.
Gerald Edmonson will keep open house and live rather differently from at present in his bachelor quarters; and all his old friends will be welcome." "What do you say to those we are going to meet to-night, who are to give us our farewell supper; you would not ask a set like that to a lady's table?" Edmonson laughed. "Why, and if I did," he answered, "Elizabeth Royal would never fathom them.
Elizabeth seemed to see no one but her friend, she went up to the chair, and said to her softly, pleadingly, "Good by, Katie." But Katie turned away her head. The door closed, Elizabeth had gone. Gerald Edmonson, Esquire, and Lord Bulchester drove leisurely through the streets of the London of 1743.
Soon after this they reached the inn, where they were boisterously greeted by their companions, who had been waiting for them in what was then one of the fashionable public houses of London, though long since fallen out of date and forgotten. "Don't be flattered," said Edmonson aside, "all this welcome is not for us; the feast is to begin now that we have arrived."
"Yes," returned the man opposite Edmonson, repeating the pledge that they all without exception would meet one hundred years from that night to pledge each other again. A shout, more of drunken acquiescence than of comprehension went up in chorus from all but one of the revelers; he held his glass silently a moment, disposed to put it untasted on the table.
In a flash of insight he saw in the uprightness of the sailor's face the beauty of such strength. Then he looked back at Edmonson, and there he saw his own heart in exaggeration, and he trembled. As he went up to Edmonson, the latter raised himself from his elbow, and sitting upright leaned as near him as he could. "Do you know me?" he asked. The other nodded, "Mr. Edmonson." "Yes.
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