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"Have I found my haven too, like the wise leaf of autumn? Have I! Tell me, my child, my darling!" "O sir, dearest sir I mean, dear Dacre, it is I who have found mine. If indeed you care for me, sir!" Mr. Foxley laid his head just on her shoulder, then let it slide into her lap, taking her trembling hands and putting them over his eyes. "I do more than care for you, my child. I love you.
Herries aware of the illegality of his proceedings, and take steps for my rescue, either upon the spot, or, at least, as soon as possible after you have left this case' 'Young man, said Mr. Justice Foxley, 'I would have you remember you are under the power, the lawful power ahem of your guardian.
I stayed at Foxley till the middle of October, and then came to Town, where, for want of other amusement I chose to take the diversion of Hazard at the House in Pall Mall, and lost near 4,000 pounds in three nights to a set of fellows whom I never saw before, and have never seen since.
Justice Foxley was making a score of apologies, with at least a hundred cautionary hems and eh-ehs, when the girl Dorcas burst into the room, and announced a gentleman on justice business. 'What gentleman? and whom does he want? 'He is cuome post on his ten toes, said the wench; 'and on justice business to his worship loike.
"I tell you I won't have it." "No, sir I beg your pardon, Mr. George." "Nor that either," said Mr. Foxley, slowly rising into a sitting posture again. He had another poke at the yellow leaf. "Call me Dacre, my child, will you?" Milly no longer watched him with those loving, anxious, eyes. She was trembling from head to foot and had she spoken, she must have wept. Mr.
We was moved to the point of being almost out of countenance; and took snuff repeatedly, as if to gain time to stifle some degree of emotion. But on Justice Foxley, on whom my eloquence was particularly designed to make impression, the result was much less favourable. He consulted in a whisper with Mr.
It was a hot day in August and Mr. George was so excessively languid and long and speechless that but for his brother conversation would have been an impossibility. But he and the parson soon discovered mutual friends at home, a cousin in the Engineers, and a friendly coach at the University. "Charles James Foxley? Oh! I knew him well, very well" said the Rev. Mr. Higgs, referring to the latter.
Well, this tutor wasn't a bad sort of a fellow and at first we got on splendidly, living in town in chambers, going to the plays and the opera, and dining all over, just wherever I liked or he knew, and excursions oat of London, you know oh! jolly enough for a little while! Then we went across to Paris " "Yes, dearest Dacre?" Mr. Foxley stopped a moment to lift his wife's face closer to his own.
Joseph Foxley, and he says how he can't come out till say Monday. He was stuck full of work he was indeed and said positive he couldn't come. But he give me this for his brother and for her," producing the bouquet, which caused a thrill of amazement and awe to pervade the loungers in the bar.
Moreover all this pleasant prospect of wood and stream and meadow and orchard lay well behind the Inn, let it be understood, and it was perfectly possible for Mr. George Foxley to have all the air, walking and exploration he desired and even a little shooting and fishing if he wanted them without, as I have said, going beyond it.
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