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I'll back your buyings, I'll advertise your sellings. I'll pay a painter to paint you in your Court suit, and hang up a copy of you in my diningroom." "Annette is here," said Tinman, who had been showing Etna's tokens of insurgency. He admired Annette. Not till latterly had Herbert Fellingham been so true an admirer of Annette as Tinman was. She looked sincere and she dressed inexpensively.
I'll back your buyings, I'll advertise your sellings. I'll pay a painter to paint you in your Court suit, and hang up a copy of you in my diningroom." "Annette is here," said Tinman, who had been showing Etna's tokens of insurgency. He admired Annette. Not till latterly had Herbert Fellingham been so true an admirer of Annette as Tinman was. She looked sincere and she dressed inexpensively.
He was preparing to make up for lost time, when the wild waving of a parasol down a road to the right, coming from the town, caused Annette to stop and say, "I think that must be Mrs. Cavely. We ought to meet her." Fellingham asked why. "She is so fond of walks," Anisette replied, with a tooth on her lip Fellingham thought she seemed fond of runs. Mrs. Cavely joined them, breathless.
Crickledon, who had come into the sitting-room to take away the breakfast things. Mr. Fellingham gave a peal of laughter; but Mrs Crickledon bade him be hushed, for Mr. Van Diemen Smith had gone to lay down his poor aching head on his pillow. Annette ran upstairs to speak to her father about a doctor. During her absence, Mr. Fellingham received the popular portrait of Mr.
"I wish I had been with you," said Fellingham. "I wish you had," said she. Mrs. Cavely was her chaperon at the ball, and he was not permitted to enjoy a lengthened conversation sitting with Annette. What was he to think of a girl who could be submissive to Mrs. Cavely, and danced with any number of officers, and had no idea save of running incessantly over England in the pursuit of pleasure?
Tinman from the lips of Mrs. Crickledon. He subsequently strolled to the carpenter's shop, and endeavoured to get a confirmation of it. "My wife talks too much," said Crickledon. When questioned by a gentleman, however, he was naturally bound to answer to the extent of his knowledge. "What a funny old country it is!" Mr. Fellingham said to Annette, on their walk to the beach.
Annette thought him unkindly satirical; and his thoughts of her reduced her to the condition of a commonplace girl with expressive eyes. She had to return to her father. Mr. Fellingham took a walk on the springy turf along the cliffs; and "certainly she is a commonplace girl," he began by reflecting; with a side eye at the fact that his meditations were excited by Tinman's poisoning of his bile.
Fellingham, though a man, and an Englishman, was nervously wakeful enough to see the connection. "They'll have to consult the young lady first, ma'am." "If it's her father's nod she'll bow to it; now mark me," Mrs. Crickledon said, with emphasis. "She's a young lady who thinks for herself, but she takes her start from her father where it's feeling. And he's gone stone- blind over that Tinman."
Herbert Fellingham, I think, would like to go to bed, papa," said Annette. "Miss Smith must be getting cold," Fellingham hinted. "Bounce away indoors," replied Van Diemen, and he led them like a bull. He divined in hideous outlines what had happened.
She thanked him, and gave him a taste of bitterness by smiling favourably on his offer; but as he wished her to discern and take to heart the difference between one man and another, in the light of a suitor, he let her perceive that it cost him heavy pangs to depart immediately, and left her to brood on his example. Mary Fellingham liked Annette.
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