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"Here, Papa, is some money," Amelia said that night, kissing the old man, her father, and putting a bill for a hundred pounds into his hands. "And and, Mamma, don't be harsh with Georgy. He he is not going to stop with us long." She could say nothing more, and walked away silently to her room. Let us close it upon her prayers and her sorrow.
She was going from her own room with the books in her hand to place them on George's table, where he might find them on his return from school, when in the passage, she and her mother met. The gilt bindings of the seven handsome little volumes caught the old lady's eye. "What are those?" she said. "Some books for Georgy," Amelia replied "I I promised them to him at Christmas."
Just a little shake of the shoulders here and there, as if you were sobbing to yourself, don't you see? "Good-bye, good-bye." No, don't get up yet. Count six very slowly after "Good-bye" the second time. Now rise, turn, arms out "Georgy! Can't you see?" Then down I rush, and curtain. Now, just once more from "Georgy, I loved you so." The company clapped hands.
"Well, you see, it doesn't rest with me altogether, my Porges." "Then who " he was beginning, but Anthea's soft voice interrupted him. "Georgy dear, didn't Prudence send you to tell us that breakfast was ready?" "Oh yes! I was forgetting, awfull' silly of me wasn't it! But you are going to stay Oh a long, long time, aren't you, Uncle Porges?" "I sincerely Hope so!" answered Bellew.
She who was usually so brisk of manner and sharp of speech, had this morning a strange subdued tone and an unnatural calmness of demeanour. "What is the matter, Nancy?" Mrs. Halliday repeated, getting up from her sofa. "Don't be frightened, Miss Georgy," answered the old woman, who was apt to forget that Tom Halliday's wife had ever ceased to be Georgy Cradock; "don't be frightened, my dear.
"Ah! but you ought to see her when she comes to tuck me up at night, with her hair all down, an' hanging all about her like a shiny cloak, you know." "Hum!" said Bellew. "Please Uncle Porges," said Georgy, turning to look up at him, "what makes you hum so much this morning?" "I was thinking, my Porges." "'Bout my Auntie Anthea?" "I do admit the soft impeachment, sir." "Well, I'm thinking too."
Then the three, Peter leading his horse, moved on towards the fort, presently meeting "Georgy," the six-foot Guardsman cousin in extraordinary tweeds and flannel shirt; Lord Runnybroke, uncle of Friddy, middle-aged and flannel-shirted, a mighty hunter; Lady Runnybroke, in a brown duster, but with a stately head that suggested ostrich feathers; Moyler-Spence, M. P., with an eyeglass, and the Hon.
In July 1891 there appeared in Temple Bar an article by Miss Stisted, entitled "Reminiscences of Sir Richard Burton," and upon reading it, Lady Burton, who headed her letter "5 or 67 Baker Street, Portman Square," wrote as follows: "Dearest Georgy, I read last night your clever and well-written article on my darling, and send you a little notice out of The Daily News.
"Georgy is a beautiful girl," she said quietly, "but she baits too many lures for men, Floyd. It seems to me she is trying to win you, my dear boy. She is born to make men unhappy. Do not trust her. Oh, why is she here?" "Because Helen has asked her to remain, mother." "Helen pities her and tries to please her. She is one too many in the house, Floyd: she will do some harm to some of us.
But when a man has led a careless, godless kind of a life, doing very little harm, perhaps, but doing no particular good, he ought to set about making up his account somehow for a better world, when he feels himself slipping out of this. I asked Georgy for her Bible yesterday, and the poor dear loving little thing was frightened out of her wits. 'O, don't talk like that, Tom, she cried; 'Mr.
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