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"I know you," he said; "you came to Ventnor with the big gentleman, and you came here once, and you gave me some money, and I gave it to gran'pa to take care of, and gran'pa kept it, and he always does." Robert Audley took the boy in his arms, and carried him to a little table in the window. "Stand there, Georgey," he said, "I want to have a good look at you."
Georgiana gave no response, save a look well nigh as vacant in the interchange. "But you haven't eaten at all!" said Merthyr. Emilia shook her head. "No." "Eat, my Sandra! to please me! You will need all your strength if you would be a match for Georgey anywhere where there's action." "Yes!" Emilia traversed his words with a sudden outcry. "Yes, I will go to London.
The matter had perhaps escaped Lady Pomona's memory, but Sophia was happily alive to the honour of her family. 'Georgey, she said one morning in their mother's presence, 'don't you think Mr Brehgert's watch ought to go back to him without any more delay? 'What have you got to do with anybody's watch? The watch wasn't given to you. 'I think it ought to go back.
Then a voice came out of a churn, saying, "Ay, ay, Georgey, we're flitting, ye see." "Oh!" cried the poor farmer, "if thou'rt with us we'll go back again;" and he went back. Mr. Tennyson puts this story into his poem of "Walking to the Mail."
"Georgey didn't say anything of you in her letter, Merthyr; I am going up to her, but I wished to satisfy myself that you were in town, first: to save half-a-minute, you see I anticipate the philosophic manly sneer. Is it really true that you are going to mix yourself up in this mad Italian business again?
The young lady's cheeks took fire, and the clear path of speech becoming confused in her head she said, "Miss Ford?" "Georgiana," said Emilia, and feeling that her friend's cold manner had melted; "Georgey! my beloved! my darling in Italy, where will we go! I envy no woman but you who have seen my dear ones fight. You and I, and Merthyr! Nothing but Austrian shot shall part us."
"No! if he cannot see the difference," cried Emilia, wildly, "then let him keep away from me for ever, and he shall not have the name of friend! Is there no difference I wish you would let me cry out as they do in Shakespeare, Georgey!" Emilia laughed to cover her vehemence. "I want something more than our way of talking, to witness that there is such a difference between us.
And remember that when you proudly stand before them, the eyes not only of your own country, but of nearly all the others, are upon you! Good-bye, Georgey. I heard the major hint something about whiskey. They say that old pirate, Kingfisher Culpepper, had a stock of the real thing from Robertson County laid in his shebang on the Marsh just before he died.
"When you were a child, and I hardly better than a boy. Now it's different. Let mine go first, Georgey. You may have a husband, who will not look on these things as we do." "How can I love a husband!" was all she said; and Merthyr took her in his arms. His gaiety had gone. "We can't go dancing into a pit of this sort," he sighed, partly to baffle the scrutiny he apprehended in her silence.
Like most sad stories it was a very brief one. "The boy seems fond of you, Mr. Maldon," said George, after a pause. "Yes, yes," answered the old man, smoothing the child's curling hair; "yes. Georgey is very fond of his grandfather." "Then he had better stop with you. The interest of my money will be about six hundred a year.
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