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"Lady Ethelrida Montfitchet has done me the honor to accept my proposal for her hand, and the Duke, her father, has kindly given his hearty consent to my marriage with his daughter, which is to take place as soon as things can be arranged with suitability.
And remembering the Crow's appeal Lady Anningford slipped her hand within her arm, and was very gentle and friendly as they went down to the saloon. Now if the evening passed with pain and unrest for the bride and bridegroom, it had quite another aspect for Francis Markrute and Lady Ethelrida!
"I am going back to Hampshire to-morrow, but at the end of the month I come up again and will be with you in Norfolk on the 2nd." "I was just wondering," said Lady Ethelrida, "if, after all, you would not be bored, Laura? Your particular friends, the Sedgeworths, have had to throw us over his father being dead.
But the bridegroom saw it, and it stabbed his heart. Then it seemed that a number of people kissed her: his mother and sisters, and Lady Ethelrida, and, lastly, the Duke. "I am claiming my privilege as an old man," this latter said gayly, "and I welcome you to all our hearts, my beautiful niece." And Zara had answered, but had hardly been able to give even a mechanical smile.
"I have never seen this collection before," she said wonderingly. "All the things one loves under the same cover!" And then she turned to the title-page to see which edition it was; and she found that, as far as information went, it was blank. Simply, "To The Lady Ethelrida Montfitchet from "F.M." was inscribed upon it in gold.
This is no new country; it does not need nor comprehend bluff, and so produces no such type as Lady Darrowood." At this moment Lady Ethelrida again caught sight of Zara. She was silent at the instant, and a look of superb pride and disdain was on her face. Almost before she was aware of it Ethelrida had exclaimed: "Your niece looks like an empress, a wonderful, Byzantine, Roman empress!"
He will love her very much, I fear." "Why do you say you fear?" Lady Ethelrida reddened a little; a soft, warm flush came into her delicate face and made it look beautiful: she never spoke of love to men. "Because a great love is a very powerful and sometimes a terrible thing, if it is not returned in like measure.
They will be ideally so if they are left alone," and he glanced casually at Tristram and Laura. Ethelrida looked, too, following his eyes. "Yes," she said. "I wish I had not asked her " and then she stopped abruptly, and grew a deep pink. She realized what the inference in her speech was, and if Mr.
"Here we are, in thick boots and country clothes capering about like savages round their fire, and, for all sorts of reasons, we all love it!" "It is just the delicious exercise with me," said Lady Ethelrida. "And it has nothing at all to do with that reason with me," returned her partner. And Lady Ethelrida quivered with some sort of pleasure and did not ask him what his reason was.
"I cannot answer for the part of her which comes from her father, Maurice Grey, a very old English family, I believe, but on her mother's side she could have the passions of an artist and the pride of a Caesar: she is a very interesting case." "May I know something of her?" Ethelrida said, "I do so want them to be happy. Tristram is one of the simplest and finest characters I have ever met.
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