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A few illustrative passages will suffice to give an idea of Fanshawe's style.
She then perused all his features, with an expression, at first of eager and hopeful anxiety, which faded by degrees into disappointment. Then, turning from him, she gazed into Fanshawe's countenance with the like eagerness, but with the same result. Lastly, tottering back to her chair, she hid her face and wept bitterly.
Claire replied, her head in the air, the indignant colour dying her cheeks with red. Mrs Fanshawe's arguments in favour of haste might be wise enough, but her personal desire was all too plainly betrayed.
I'll order a fly from the inn. I'm so sorry for you, dear! Most nerve- racking to have to break bad news, but you'll feel happier when it's done. Perhaps you could take the poor thing with you to that sweet little farm!" Not for the world would Claire have spent the next hour in Mrs Fanshawe's company.
English girls have had more freedom. I don't see what I can do. I'm sorry!" she held out her hand in farewell. "I hope some day I shall see you again!" Quite suddenly Captain Fanshawe's mood seemed to change. The set look left his face; he smiled a bright confident smile. "There's not much fear about that! I shall take very good care that we do!"
It was not exciting, but on the other hand it was certainly not dull, for Mrs Fanshawe's personality was so keen, so youthful in its appreciation, that it was impossible not to be infected, and share in her enjoyment. The next week passed quickly and pleasantly.
"See here," said one of the boys, apropos of nothing it seemed, "see here, do you know Seabrooke is going to dine with the dons up at Mr. Fanshawe's to-night?" "Then who's going to be sentinel at evening study?" asked Raymond Stewart. "Mr. Merton," answered the other. "Isn't he invited?" asked Raymond.
"The dew hangs dank and heavy on these branches; and a longer stay would be more dangerous than you are aware." Ellen would fain have resisted; but though the tears hung as heavy on her eyelashes, between shame and anger, as the dew upon the leaves, she felt compelled to accept the arm that he offered her. But the stranger, who, since Fanshawe's approach, had remained a little apart, now advanced.
From this base he despatched upon the morning of April 1st three squadrons of the Bays under Colonel Fanshawe, for the purpose of surprising a small force of the enemy which was reported at one of the farms. Fanshawe's strength was about three hundred men. The British cavalry found themselves, however, in the position of the hunter who, when he is out for a snipe, puts up a tiger.
We had a pleasant party yesterday at Fanshawe's, and apparently a capital dinner. I was sorry that I could not play my part; but I have led rather a raking life lately. We must go and dine with him again. Lord Cadurcis' neighbour and Mr.
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