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"What a nice little scene we might get up out of this morning's adventure," said the ever gay Mrs. Elmsley, as Waunangee, after having shaken hands with herself, departed with Ronayne. "Really, my dear, he is a fine looking, and certainly a warm-hearted fellow, that Wau Wan what's his name, Maria?" "Waunangee.
The generous Elmsley felt faint, absolutely sick at heart on hearing this question; the very object be had in view in proposing this private examination was thereby threatened with discomfiture. "Mr. Heywood has been carried off by the Indians," calmly replied the corporal, yet perceptibly paling as he spoke. "Indeed! this is unfortunate.
The blood suddenly receded from her cheek, and then rapidly returning, suffused it with a burning heat. "What is the matter, my love? Are you ill, you looked so pale just now?" tenderly inquired Mrs. Elmsley. "I cannot account for what I experienced. It was a feeling different from any I had ever known before a strange, wild, and inexplicable dread of I know not what. But it has passed away.
Distance allowing her, for she was not a good walker, she would have gone on foot, without attendants, to visit the Countess of Elmsley and Lady Mary; but not Sibylla. You can understand the distinction. They arrived at an inopportune moment, for Lionel was there. At least, Lionel thought it inopportune. On leaving his mother's house he had gone to Sibylla's.
I will follow you in a moment, Elmsley," he continued, rising and draining off his half-emptied glass, "lend me your prayer-book. I wish that you could be present at this dismal ceremony, but of course that is wholly out of the question." "It is, indeed, my dear fellow. It would never do for us both to be absent.
Elmsley, whom he thanked for her prompt attention, urged her to do all in her power to soothe Maria, to whom, at parting, he also offered his hand, while his eye was eloquent with the feelings he could not well openly express.
Elmsley was induced to take her back to the sofa, on which she had previously been reclining. As she was leaving her chair, Mrs. Headley, whose attention had also been arrested by the loud and angry voice of her husband, came from her own door and joined the little group, anxiously inquiring the cause of the disturbance without. In a few brief sentences, and as correctly as she was able, Mrs.
Elmsley himself had gone out, but Von Vottenberg, still seated at the breakfast-table, was discussing, with its remains, the now nearly finished claret, while Mrs.
On indexing this volume, as with Vols. I and IV which are already indexed and as, no doubt, will be the case with any that I may live to index later, I am alarmed at the triviality of many of these notes, the ineptitude of many and the obvious untenableness of many that I should have done much better to destroy. Elmsley, in one of his letters to Dr.
Perhaps I may justly be accused of a little partiality, for I never can forget the frank and cordial proffers of friendship with which she received me on the first night of my appearance here." "Ha! Von Vottenberg to the rescue!" exclaimed Elmsley, with sudden animation, as the stout figure of the former shaded the door-way.
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