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Updated: June 6, 2025
Gower imagined the fun upon middle Thames: the vulcan face of Captain Abrane; the cries of his backers, the smiles of the ladies, Lord Fleetwood's happy style in the teeth of tattlean Aurora's chariot for overriding it. One might hope, might almost see, that he was coming to his better senses on a certain subject.
Lord Fleetwood's one aim is to persuade his offended wife to take her place beside him. He expresses regret everywhere, that the death of her uncle Lord Levellier withholds her presence from Calesford during her term of mourning; and that he has given his word for the fete on a particular day, before London runs quite dry. His pledge of his word is notoriously inviolate.
It seemed to say, that nature's most burdened weaker must always be beaten. Despite Henrietta's advocacy and Carinthia's clear face, it raised a spectral form of a suspicion, the more effective by reason of the much required justification it fetched from the shades to plead apologies for Lord Fleetwood's erratic, if not mad, and in any case ugly, conduct. What otherwise could be his excuse?
'There's no superscription, he remarked. 'I will see to that, Mr. Woodseer. 'I fancy I am bound, Lady Fleetwood. 'By no means. She touched his arm. 'You are Lord Fleetwood's friend. A slight convulsion of the frame struck the admiral's shirt-collar at his ears; it virtually prostrated him under foot of a lady so benign in overlooking the spectacle he presented.
The Cross on the pistol-case may have conduced to Lord Fleetwood's thought, that his days among unrepentant ephemeral Protestant sinners must have their immediate termination. These old friends were the plague-infected clothes he flung off his body.
But, Madge? Madge? I'd swear to the girl! 'Not so hard as I, said Gower, and spoke of the oath to come between the girl and him. Fleetwood's dive into the girl's eyes drew her before him. He checked a spirt of exclamations. 'You fancy the brute had a crack for revenge and mistook his man? 'That's what I want her ladyship to know, said Gower. 'How could you let her hear of it?
Woodier, and she made a rustle in rising to take Fleetwood's arm. 'We haven't dined, we have to sup, said he. 'You are released at the end of the lamps. You redeem your ring, Russett, and I will restore it. I have to tell you, Henrietta is here to-morrow. 'She might be in a better place. 'The place where she is to be seen is not generally undervalued by men.
She is the beautiful example of an injured wife doing honour to her sex in the punishment of a faithless husband, yet so little cherishing her natural right to deal him retribution, that we dare hope she will listen to her patriotic duty in consenting to the reconcilement, which is Lord Fleetwood's alternative: his wife or Rome!
The professional biographers will cut in for a share in the spoil, and the brains of impudence will be ransacked to eke out the stories of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Lives of Christ are becoming quite fashionable. Fleetwood's honest but prosaic book had fallen into-neglect. The very maulers of old bookstalls thrust out their tongues at at.
Woodier, and she made a rustle in rising to take Fleetwood's arm. 'We haven't dined, we have to sup, said he. 'You are released at the end of the lamps. You redeem your ring, Russett, and I will restore it. I have to tell you, Henrietta is here to-morrow. 'She might be in a better place. 'The place where she is to be seen is not generally undervalued by men.
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