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Dinner at Gravesend. July 13th. To Aix-la-Chapelle by way of Paris. Heard Mignet read his notice of Tocqueville at the Institute. Spent a fortnight at Aix, and visited Bruges in our way home. August 11th. Went to Novar, by Perth. Thence to Braban, to Ardross, and to Foss, where Lord Kingsdown had taken a moor. Then to Dunnichen; called at Glamis and Kinnaird Castle.
Aurora returned to the tea-table; with a disengaged air she reached for plum-cake. She ascertained with comfort that Mrs. Foss did not look sad or Estelle ill used; that the abbé was as serene as ever and Miss Seymour, after her talk with Mrs. Foss, rather serener than usual. Gerald was far jollier than any of his portraits.
Egmont, at the hazard of his life, descended into the foss, to reconnoitre the works, and to form an opinion as to the most eligible quarter at which to direct the batteries. Having communicated the result of his investigations to Noircarmes, he returned to report all these proceedings to the Regent at Brussels.
"No," he went on with knitted brows to reject the idea; "a house like that one doesn't come all the way from America to live in a house which has no more atmosphere than that!" "Ah, but that's the point, Gerald," said Mrs. Foss. "What you call atmosphere these people avoid as they would an unsanitary odor. Atmosphere!
Before them lay the Foss Way, the road was good and well known to them, the moon was shining brightly, and their spirits rose with the excitement and the exertion. Onward! Onward!
"I shouldn't tell anybody else, Charlie," said her husband. "Keep it a secret, my boy." "But you you don't believe it?" stammered the crestfallen Mr. Foss. Mrs. Dowson cast a stealthy glance at her daughter. "Its wonderful 'ow some o' those fortune-tellers can see into the future," she said, shaking her head. "Ah!" said her husband, with a confirmatory nod. "Wonderful is no name for it.
Hence, in the systematising of the Viking religion, the responsibility for Baldr's death also was transferred to him. Like his son the Wolf, he is chained by the Gods; the episode is related in a prose-piece affixed to Lokasenna: "After that Loki hid himself in Franangr's Foss in the form of a salmon. There the Aesir caught him.
She stood still a moment after this impulsive entrance, and the governess turned toward Mrs. Foss a face that, benign and enlightened though it was, called up the memory of faces seen in good-humored German comic papers. The expression of her smile said to the company that she was guiltless in the matter of this invasion.
The water rushed in white-crested billows through its rock-impeded bed, and terminated in a splendid foss, or fall, forty or fifty feet high, which plunged into a seething caldron, whence it issued in a troubled stream to the plain that opened out below. It here found rest in the level fields of Ulfstede, that lay at the head of the fiord.
Charlie's looks are all right, but he ain't over and above steady, and Ben is steady, but he ain't much to look at." "What does your 'art say?" inquired the sentimental Mr. Dowson. Neither lady took the slightest notice. "Charlie Foss is too larky," said Mrs. Dowson, solemnly; "it's easy come and easy go with 'im. He's just such another as your father's cousin Bill and look what 'appened to him!"
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