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Notwithstanding this success, the countess of Somerset was not satisfied till she should further satiate her revenge on Overbury: and she engaged her husband, as well as her uncle, the earl of Northampton, in the atrocious design of taking him off secretly by poison. * State Trials, vol. i. p. 223, 224, etc. Franklyn's Annais. p. 2, 3, etc.
Franklyn, because in a way associated with his Mary, had come most prominently into his mind. That same association gave him a lead from which to pour out his reply to Mr. Franklyn's rallying, as they sat at supper, upon his gloom. "You remember that day after the July exam, when we went up west together?" he began. Mr. Franklyn remembered; in some gloom shook his head over the recollection.
When the door was closed and they were alone, mademoiselle suddenly revealed to her friend what Hugh had said concerning Howell's suggestion that he should travel to Madrid. Franklyn's face changed. He was instantly apprehensive. "Then we certainly are not safe here any longer. Howell probably intends to play us false!
Franklyn's invitation lying upon her sloping lap, the neat, childish handwriting conjured up a mental picture of the banker's widow, with her timid, insignificant personality, her pale grey eyes and her expression as of a backward child.
Franklyn's suggestions. George left them at the game; strolled aimlessly towards the Marble Arch; beyond it; to the right, and so into a quiet square. Here comes my heroine. The hansom, as George walked, was coming towards him smartly, with a jingle of bells; skimming the kerb. Down came the shafts; out shot the girl. The doors were wide; the impetus took her in her stride.
One other student was present. Peacefully he slumbered by George's side until the ring of a dropped forceps awakened him. Noting the cause, "Clumsy beast," said this Mr. Franklyn; and to George: "Come on, Leicester; my slumber is broken. Let's go for a stroll up West." In Oxford Street a pretty waitress in a tea-shop drew Mr. Franklyn's eye; a drop of rain whacked his nose.
Franklyn's Annals, p. 250, 251. Strype, vol. iv. p. 128, 129. But it is no wonder the queen, in her administration, should pay so little regard to liberty, while the parliament itself, in enacting laws, was entirely negligent of it.
I became more and more aware of its very real existence. And, if I have made little mention of Frances and my hostess in this connection, it is because they contributed at first little or nothing towards the discovery of what this story tries to tell. Our life was wholly external, normal, quiet, and uneventful; conversation banal Mrs. Franklyn's conversation in particular.
I believe they were the coachman's children, and that the man had been in Mr. Franklyn's service; but of neither point am I quite positive.
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