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His reader would have flown away from the simple occurrence on arabesques and modulated tones; and then envisaging them critically, would have tossed his poor little story to the winds, as a small thing magnified: with an object, being the next thought about it. He knew his Fleetwood so far.
He even fell silent daring the last three or four miles, while he dwelt longingly upon the keen pleasure there would be in leading such an expedition. "You'll remember, Polycarp, not to speak of this?" Val urged abruptly when he drew up before the Hawley Hotel. "Not a hint, you know until until I give you permission. You promised." "Oh, certainly, Mis' Fleetwood. Certainly.
'She appeared too profoundly happy to meditate an instant upon deficiencies. 'How did the bridegroom behave? 'Lord Fleetwood was very methodical. He is not, or was not, voluntarily a talker. 'Blue coat, brass buttons, hot-house flower? old style or new? 'His lordship wore a rather low beaver and a buttoned white overcoat, not out of harmony with the bride's plain travelling-dress.
He would rather aid than betray us; but, for his sake, while I have other means, I would not willingly employ him. He has suffered much for me, and I would not bring further vengeance on his head. Now go in and sleep till the morning." The door was carefully closed, and Fleetwood heard it locked after he entered the room, where his companions slept soundly.
Brosey Mallard down on him for a few fighting men. Perfect answer to Brosey. 'Mr. Mallard did not mention the robbery, Henrietta remarked. 'Feared to shock: Corby such a favoured swain, Potts accounted for the omission. 'Brosey spilling last night? Fleetwood asked. 'At the palazzo, we were, said Potts. 'Luck pretty fair first off. Brosey did his trick, and away and away and away went he!
The Countess of Cressett an extraordinary instance of a thrice married woman corrected in her addiction to play by her alliance with a rakish juvenile declares she performs the part of hostess at the request of the Countess of Fleetwood. Perfectly convincing. Three English noblemen! not counting eighty years for the whole three!
Fleetwood grinned civilly in his excitement; intending to yield patient hearing, to be interested by any mortal thing she might choose to say. She was advised by recollection to let her father rest. 'No, dear girl, not hurt, no scratch, only my gown torn, she said to Madge; and Madge heaved and whimpered, and stooped to pin the frayed strips.
And if the rate ascends, the question of easing it down to suit the discontinuance of prosperity agitating our exchequer whose demand is for fixity perplexes us further. However, that was preliminary. He and Howell Edwards would dine and wrangle it out. The earl knew himself a hot disputant after dinner. Incidentally he heard of Lady Fleetwood as a guest of Mrs.
Fleetwood jumped down, and Gower told of the mysterious incident, as the chief thing he had to tell, not rendering it so mysterious in his narrative style. He had the art of indicating darkly. 'Ines, you mean? Fleetwood cried, and he appeared as nauseated and perplexed as he felt. Why should Ines assault Mr. Wythan?
One might imagine an apotheosis of a militant young princess of Goths or Vandals, the glow of blessedness awakening her martial ardours through the languor of the grave: Woodseer would comprehend and hit on the exact image to portray her in a moment, Fleetwood thought, and longed for that fellow. He walked hurriedly back to the stunted rock tree. The damsel had vanished. He glanced below.
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