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The tongue of the dog, with the aid of clean straw, is his best and safest instrument in cleansing his person; and, if he can be brought to his kennel with tolerably clean feet, as Mr. Foljambe enables him to be brought, he will never be long before he is comfortable in his bed, after his belly is filled.
Amphillis looked up, and saw a tall, handsome, fair-complexioned woman, with a rather grave, not to say stern, expression of face. "Good," said Lady Foljambe. "You are welcome, Mistress Neville. I trust you can do your duty, and not giggle and chatter?" The girl who sat by certainly giggled on hearing this question, and Lady Foljambe extinguished her by a look.
"Well, I thought we would have just one of our old evenings together again," said Georgie, feeling himself remarkably clever. "We'll have the Quantocks, shan't we, and Colonel and Mrs Colonel, and you and Peppino, and me, and Mrs Rumbold? That'll make eight, which is more than Foljambe likes, but she must lump it.
Usually this month when Hermy and Ursy were with him was very fatiguing, and in ordinary years he would have driven away with Foljambe and Dicky on the day after their departure, and had a quiet week by the seaside.
And Agatha fairly pushed Kate down the stairs, allowing her neither excuse nor delay a piece of undignified conduct which would bitterly have scandalised Lady Foljambe, could she have seen it.
The little jeweller was less dignified, but more lively and loquacious, than his companion the mercer. He unstrapped his pack, laid it open at the feet of Lady Foljambe, and executed a prolonged flourish of two plump brown hands. "What may I lay before your Ladyship? Behold dem all." "Dost call thyself a jeweller?" asked Lady Foljambe, with a laugh.
"My goods be honest matter; they be such as they are set forth, and they have paid the King's dues." Like many other people, Lady Foljambe would have preferred smuggled goods, if they were cheaper than the honest article. Her conscience was very elastic about taxes.
The hapless prisoner, however, was not left long in the custody of Isabel Delves. She was transferred to that of Sir Godfrey Foljambe, whose wife, Avena Ireland, was daughter of Avena de Holand, aunt of Joan Duchess of Bretagne, the second wife of young Montfort.
The responsibility lies now with you. My message is delivered, and I pray God to give you ears to hear." "Sir Godfrey Foljambe, is this the manner in which you think it meet that one of your household should address a Prince?" "Most gracious Lord, I am deeply distressed that this gentlewoman should so far have forgotten herself.
But she was far too much absorbed in her project to notice his stupefaction. "But if you breathe a word," she said, "everything will be spoilt. It has to burst on Georgie. Oh, and there's another mulberry-tree in your garden as well as the one in front. It's too much." Her eyes followed Foljambe out of the door. "And I know your parlour-maid is called Paravicini or Grosvenor," she said.
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