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Updated: June 27, 2025
In its far-stretching stateliness there was something soothing. She came back to the sound of the dressing-gong with a better strength to resist the trial before her. Well she knew her aunt would have something to say on the subject of her interference in Leonard Everard's affairs.
She liked to watch the gathering of the oranges and lemons, the pruning of the vines; to see the great white bullocks plowing in the fields or slowly drawing the gaily painted carts. The wealth of flowers delighted her, and much to Everard's disgust, she frankly acknowledged herself in love with Sicily, and insisted that she would like to live there.
When, in a few days, a letter came to her from Miss Barfoot, she tore it Open, and there yes, there was Everard's handwriting. Mary had sent the communication for her to read. 'DEAR COUSIN MARY, After all I was rather too grumpy In my last note to you. But my patience had been desperately tried.
The truth is, he calculated much, and justly, upon Sir Everard's fondness for Edward, which made him unlikely to resent any step that he might take in due submission to parental authority. Two letters announced this determination to the Baronet and his nephew. The latter barely communicated the fact, and pointed out the necessary preparation for joining his regiment.
And, meanwhile, dark, ominous whispers rose and circulated from mouth to mouth, by whom originated no one knew. Sir Everard's frantic jealousy of Mr.
Unable to overcome the feeling of personal dignity, which prudence recommended him to forget, Louis Kerneguy in return bowed low, but without accepting Everard's proffered hand.
Cecilia fancied she descried Nevil's Petrel, dubbed Curlew, to Eastward, and had a faint gladness in the thought that his knowledge of his uncle Everard's deed of violence would be deferred for another two or three hours. She tried to persuade her father to wait for Nevil, and invite him to dine at Mount Laurels, and break the news to him gently.
You see, I I " he faltered badly, but recovered himself under the straight gaze of Everard's eyes "I can't get the thought of you out of my mind. I've been a damn' cur. You won't want to speak to me of course, but when Ralston started jawing about you this afternoon, I found I found " he choked suddenly "I couldn't stand it any longer," he said in a strangled whisper.
But there was no overt act which an attainder could be founded on, and government, contented with suppressing the insurrection of 1715, felt it neither prudent nor safe to push their vengeance farther than against those unfortunate gentlemen who actually took up arms. Nor did Sir Everard's apprehensions of personal consequences seem to correspond with the reports spread among his Whig neighbours.
"Oh, I am glad, glad," she said, "glad! Have you told her?" He shook his head. "Will you wait here, John? I will send her to you." John Everard's face coloured. "I will wait here for her, for Gipsy," he said. "Send her here to me, and I will tell her, Con." And a few moments later she came.
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