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Updated: May 27, 2025
For there she is at Esslemont now; any night the window could be scaled. 'It is my husband. The soul was in her voice when she said it.
The earl was relieved of his dejection by a sudden filling of his nostrils. Fat Esslemont underneath had no such air. Except on the mornings of his walk over the Salzkammergut and Black Forest regions, he had never consciously drawn that deep breath of the satisfied rapture, charging the whole breast with thankfulness.
If he is your friend, he is my friend. I have missed the sight of our boy. You heard I was at Esslemont? 'I heard from Madge! 'It is positive you must return to Croridge? 'I must be with my brother, yes. 'Your ladyship will permit me to conduct you. Her head assented. There was nothing to complain of, but he had not gained a step.
Very desirous to see it! means to build a mansion there! "He said it must be the most romantic place on earth." 'I suppose I slept. I woke with my last line to you on my lips, and the great news thundering. He named Esslemont and his favourite always uninhabited Cader Argau. She speaks them correctly. She has an unfailing memory. The point is, that it is a memory.
'My lady was right. She's not often wrong. 'She's looking well? said the earl, impatient with her moral merits: and this communication from Wales had been the decisive motive agent in hurrying him at last to Esslemont. The next moment he heard coolly of the lady's looking well. He wanted fervid eulogy of his wife's looks, if he was to hear any.
'Jealousy fired that shot. Quite groundless. She 's cool as a marble Venus, as you said. Go straight from her house to Esslemont. I don't plead a case. Make the best account you can of it. Say you may say my eyes are opened. I respect her. If you think that says little, say more. It can't mean more. Whatever the Countess of Fleetwood may think due to her, let her name it.
'She's a mountain girl, not your city madam on the boards. Chillon and I had her by each hand, implored her to leave that impossible Whitechapel, and she trembled, not a drop was shed by her. I can almost fancy privation and squalor have no terrors for Janey. She sings to the people down there, nurses them. She might be occupying Esslemont our dream of an English home!
Arrived at this point in the perpetual round of the conflict Carinthia had implanted, Fleetwood entered anew the ranks of the ordinary men of wealth and a coronet, and he hugged himself. He enjoyed repose; knowing it might be but a truce. Matters might go on as they were. Still, he wished her away from those Wythans, residing at Esslemont.
'Jealousy fired that shot. Quite groundless. She 's cool as a marble Venus, as you said. Go straight from her house to Esslemont. I don't plead a case. Make the best account you can of it. Say you may say my eyes are opened. I respect her. If you think that says little, say more. It can't mean more. Whatever the Countess of Fleetwood may think due to her, let her name it.
If he is your friend, he is my friend. I have missed the sight of our boy. You heard I was at Esslemont? 'I heard from Madge! 'It is positive you must return to Croridge? 'I must be with my brother, yes. 'Your ladyship will permit me to conduct you. Her head assented. There was nothing to complain of, but he had not gained a step.
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