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"Yes, yes; really, Frances really, Spens " "Now do stop talking; how can I tell my story if you interrupt every minute? Messrs. Dawson & Blake were very anxious to get back their money, and they wanted to sell the Firs in order to realize it. Mr. Spens had the greatest work in the world to get them to accept Frances's noble offer.
Is he really your cousin?" "Yes, he is more a brother than a cousin," returned Frances. Immediately Betty softened and, drawing a chair close to Frances's side, sat down. After a long pause, she murmured: "Then if I may, I, too, would be your friend." "I knew you would," answered Frances. "Now give me your hand, so that we may feel as well as see and hear each other.
The servants, particularly Lady Frances's women, assembled in the great hall, and with many tears, real and unfeigned tears, lamented the loss of poor Barbara talked of the mystery of her birth, and the sudden and almost supernatural appearance of her father.
She heard no more except, ten minutes or so later, the closing of the front-door, and the next three-quarters of an hour passed, rapidly, so absorbed was she in her own work, till the old church clock striking twelve for St Blaise's in the Market Square was but a stone's-throw from Miss Mildmay's house made her look up suddenly, and at that moment came a rushing of eager feet across the stone-tiled hall, quickly followed by Frances's voice in great excitement.
In reply to Frances' speech Arnold slightly raised his hat; his face looked drawn and worried; his eyes avoided Frances's, but turned with a sense of refreshment to where Fluff stood looking cool and sweet, and with a world of tender emotion on her sensitive little face. "A thousand apologies," he said. "The squire kept me. Shall I carry your guitar?
There was a cry half of rapture, half of pain from a very small person in the lumbering old trap. The horse was drawn up with a jerk, and a girl, with very little of the woman about her, for she was still all curls, and curves, and child-like roundness, sprung lightly out of the trap, and put her arms round Frances's neck. "Oh, Fan, I am glad to see you again!
Please don't pay any attention to me it's the heat, I think. She turned blindly towards the house. The pretence of the headache was, he knew it in the flash of revelation that came to him, on a par with Frances's ankle but with what a difference in motive! Grave, a little pale, Gerald walked silently beside her to the woods. He did not know what to say.
It could not be said that any of them was amusing. She could still hear Mary-Nanna singing her song about the Bumpetty-Bumpetty Major. She could still hear Old Nanna talking to Michael and telling him to be a good boy. That could only end in Michael being naughty. To avert naughtiness or any other disaster from her children was the end of Frances's existence. So she called Michael to come to her.
I tell you, Baron Ned, nothing so swells a man in the chest as the belief that he is not as other men are." His righteousness, at least, was not devoid of bitterness, and it is possible that a part of his aversion to his former friends and to the king grew out of his jealousy of them for Frances's sake.
She threw herself upon her knees and laid her face in the bed. In a few minutes there came a tap at the door, and her Aunt Frances's voice was heard, "Maimie, your father has gone down; we must not delay." The tone was incisive and matter-of-fact. It said to Maimie, "Now let's have no nonsense. Be a sensible woman of the world." Maimie rose from her knees.
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