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"I believe she thought I had forgotten my station, and yours, sir." "Station! station! your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter. Go." I was soon dressed; and when I heard Mr. Rochester quit Mrs. Fairfax's parlour, I hurried down to it.
Fairfax's aid, replaced my black stuff dress by one of black silk; the best and the only additional one I had, except one of light grey, which, in my Lowood notions of the toilette, I thought too fine to be worn, except on first-rate occasions. "You want a brooch," said Mrs. Fairfax.
It is one thing to contemplate stealing a wife from her husband with George Fairfax's class there is a natural antipathy to husbands, which makes that seem a fair warfare, like fox-hunting but it is another to rob a child of its mother. Mr. Fairfax's meditations came to a standstill at this point the boy blocked the line.
So, in successive letters, from Aug. 13 onwards, the Scottish Government remonstrated from Edinburgh, intermingling political criticisms with special complaints, which they had a better right to make, of insults done by officers and soldiers of Fairfax's Army to the Scottish envoys in England, and especially to the Earl of Lauderdale. Nor was the Scottish Kirk more backward.
Bingham's eyes fell at once upon Mrs. Fairfax's dress. It was black, with no ornament, and constructed with an accuracy and grace which proved at once to Mrs. Bingham that its maker was mistress of her art. Mrs.
As they walked by Chesterfield House and Stanhope Street into the park, she began to discuss the sermon they had heard that morning, and when she found that that subject was not alluring, she spoke of a dinner to which they were to go at Mrs. Fairfax's house. Louis Trevelyan was quite aware that he was being treated as a naughty boy, who was to be forgiven.
And even in these school exercises we think we can discern that the future poet was already a diligent reader of Sylvester's Du Bartas , the patriarch of Protestant poetry, and of Fairfax's Tasso . There are other indications that, from very early years, poetry had assumed a place in Milton's mind, not merely as a juvenile pastime, but as an occupation of serious import.
She again raised her eyes to me, and this time there was something of consciousness in their expression. She seemed to examine me warily; then she answered "The servants sleep so far off, you know, Miss, they would not be likely to hear. Mrs. Fairfax's room and yours are the nearest to master's; but Mrs. Fairfax said she heard nothing: when people get elderly, they often sleep heavy."
Fairfax's heart beat high with exultation. Her quick ear had also caught that rapidly whispered last remark to Claire, and, realizing that her daughter was too much flustered to act upon it, gave the young man the opportunity to be alone with her which he seemed to desire by remarking: "Dear me, I have left my fan in my boudoir, Claire, dear, would you mind ringing for my maid to fetch it to me?"
The patient had recovered himself considerably by this time, and twitched his wrist rather impatiently from the little doctor's timid grasp. "I am well enough now," he said in a thick voice. "There was no occasion to send for a medical man. I stumbled at the doorway yonder, and knocked my head in falling that's all." The Frenchman was manipulating Mr. Fairfax's cranium with cautious fingers.
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