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Lord Glaramara looked back, smiling and beckoning to Constance, as though to say "Don't altogether desert me!" But a voice a tall figure interposed "Lady Constance, let me take you into the garden? It's much nicer than upstairs." A slight shiver ran, unseen, through the girl's frame. She wished to say no; she tried to say no. And instead she looked up haughty, but acquiescent. "Very well."
They must penetrate the cloistered charms of exquisite Borrodaile, and of course see Lodore, which ought to be at its best now, as there have been heavy rains. Jove! How the Cumberland names ring on the ear, like the "horns of elfland"! Helvelyn; Rydal; Ennerdale; Derwent Water; Glaramara!
Alice flushed and took it. It was from Lord Glaramara, and it concerned that same post in the Conservative Central Office on which Herbert Pryce had had his eyes for some time. The man holding it had been "going" for months, but was now, at last, gone.
Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky Carried the lady's voice! old Skiddaw blew His speaking trumpet! back out of the clouds From Glaramara southward came the voice: And Kirkstone tossed it from its misty head!"
They had not seen or heard anything of him for weeks, she said, till he had paid them an evening call, the night before, the first evening of the new term. Connie interrupted. "Oh, but that reminds me," she said eagerly, "I've got an awfully nice letter to-day from Lord Glaramara. Mr. Pryce is to go up and see him." Nora whistled. "You have! Well, that settles it.
Hooper angrily in her husband's ear, "why didn't Connie tell us she knew Lord Glaramara! She let me talk about him to her and never said a word! a single word!" Ewen Hooper shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sure I don't know, my dear." Mrs. Hooper turned to her daughter who had been standing silent and neglected beside her, suffering, as her mother well knew, torments of wounded pride and feeling.
They have the body and they will go slowly. It will take them an hour and a half more to reach the foot of the pass. In that time Liza and I can cross the fell by Harrop Tarn and Glaramara and reach the foot, or perhaps the head, of the pass. But this is not enough. The constables will not follow the road taken by the funeral.
"'Twas at that sober hour when the light of day is receding, And from surrounding things the hues wherewith the day has adorned them Fade like the hopes of youth till the beauty of youth is departed: Pensive, though not in thought, I stood at the window beholding Mountain, and lake, and vale, the valley disrobed of its verdure; Derwent retaining yet from eve a glassy reflection, Where his expanded breast, then smooth and still as a mirror, Under the woods reposed; the hills that calm and majestic Lifted their heads into the silent sky, from far Glaramara, Bleacrag and Maidenmawr to Grisedale and westernmost Wythop; Dark and distant they rose.
I don't wish to find fault, but such such concealments are really very awkward!" Constance opened her eyes. She could have defended herself easily. She had no idea that her aunt was unaware of the old friendship between her parents and Lord Glaramara, who was no more interesting to her personally than many others of their Roman habitués, of whom the world was full.
She had an art of doing these things!" Alice read and reread the note. When she looked up from it, it was with a rather flustered face. "Awfully good of you, Connie! May I show it to Mr. Pryce?" "Yes but get it back. Tell him to write to Lord Glaramara to-morrow.
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