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"I'm not sure that Lady Kesterton does believe in the pedigree," and Elisabeth looked wise; "because she once went out of her way to assure me that she did." Lord Bobby groaned. "I beseech you to be careful, Miss Farringdon; you'll never get that photograph if you keep forgetting yourself like this!" Elisabeth continued "If I were a man I should belong to the Herald's Office.
Miss Farringdon would have been horrified had she known that a portion of the wood was set apart by Elisabeth as "Athene's Grove," and that the contents of the waste-paper basket were daily begged from the servants by the devotee, and offered up, by the aid of real matches, on the shrine of the goddess.
"I don't see how that can be," laughed Elisabeth; "seeing that Lady Silverhampton is a friend of mine, and I have never heard of Mr. Edgar Ford." "But it is; it is your own unconscious influence upon me. Miss Farringdon, you don't know what you have been and what you are to me!
They soon reached the station, and exchanged but few more words before Earwaker's leaving the train at Farringdon Street. Peak pursued his journey towards the south-east of London. On reaching home, the journalist flung aside his foolish coat of ceremony, indued a comfortable jacket, lit a pipe with long stem, and began to glance over an evening newspaper.
Miss Farringdon looked up over the tops of her gold-rimmed spectacles. "Do you, my dear? Well, I see no reason why you should not. I have been brought up to disapprove of theatres, and I always shall disapprove of them; but I confess I have never seen any harm in going to a circus."
"You and I never think alike about things," said Felicia sadly. "You old darling! What does it matter, as long as we agree in being fond of each other?" At eighteen Elisabeth said farewell to Fox How with many tears, and came back to live at the Willows with Miss Farringdon.
At prayers that morning Miss Farringdon read the lament of David over Saul and Jonathan; and while the words of undying pathos sounded in her ears, Elisabeth wondered whether Christopher would mourn as David did if his uncle were to die, and whether he would let her comfort him. When prayers were over, Miss Farringdon bade Elisabeth accompany her to Mr.
She wouldn't stand Ritualism, poor Miss Farringdon wouldn't." "Here we are at home," said Mrs. Bateson, stopping at her own door; "I must go in and see how the master's getting on." "And I hope you'll find him better, Mrs. Bateson, I only hope so; but you never know how things are going to turn out when folks begin to sicken especially at Mr. Bateson's age.
All that he remembered afterward was that, turning from High Holborn into the Farringdon road, he saw a great church, under Ludgate Hill, with spire burned and fallen, and its massive tower, black with age and smoke, staring on the town.
"Then where is your adopted father now?" "He died when I was five-and-twenty, Miss Farringdon; and left me barely enough to keep me from abject poverty, should I not be able to make a living by my brush." "And you have never learned anything more about your parents?" "Never; and now I expect I never shall.
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