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At sixteen Michael Grahame commenced his apprenticeship to the trade of a mathematical instrument maker, to the perfect satisfaction of himself and his father, the secret annoyance of his mother, and the openly expressed chagrin of Lilian Devoe, who had shared all Mrs. Grahame's ambitious hopes for her friend.
The Court arrived from Brighton yesterday, and they say the town will now rapidly fill. Caroline is all joy, because early next month Mr. Grahame's family leave Brighton. They have a fine house in Piccadilly not very far from us, and Caroline is anticipating great pleasure in the society of Annie.
Mary Grahame's clear complexion, glowing with the hue of health, her large and soft and dark gray eyes, her abundant glossy black hair, might have won from the most fastidious some of that admiration given to personal beauty; but in truth Horace Danforth had grown indifferent as well as fastidious, and it was not until in after days he had seen the complexion glow and the dark eyes kindle with feeling, that he said to himself, "She is beautiful!"
Wallace's party, composed of half the strength, handed their bundles of straw to the men of Grahame's company; then with a sudden shout they fell upon the English soldiers, while Grahame's men, running straight to the door of the barn, threw down their trusses of straw against it, and Sir John, snatching down a torch which burned beside the entrance, applied fire to the mass, and then, without a moment's delay, started at a run towards the town.
Perhaps the reason Miss Grahame's eye wandered after Aunt M'riar, who had followed Gwen and Dolly to "see that things were straight," she said was that she felt insecure on a social point. Uncle Mo's eye followed hers. "Nor yet M'riar," said he, seeing a precaution necessary. "Or perhaps I should say one. Not good for much, though!
"Sir, Having acquainted you by my last, of the 21st instant, of what had happened to my friend, Mr. Grahame of Killearn, I'm very glad now to tell you, that last night I was very agreeably surprised with Mr. Grahame's coming here himself, and giving me the first account I had had of him from the time of his being carried away.
We should have gone pottering on for another seven years. Thank God that you came when you did. See here!" He tossed him over a letter. Grahame's cheek paled as he read. "Already!" he murmured. Brott nodded. "Read it!" Grahame devoured every word. His eyes lit up with excitement. "My prophecy exactly," he exclaimed, laying it down. "It is as I said. He cannot form the ministry without you.
Naturally, my temper, my passions were like his, in nothing was I his superior; but it was your hand, your prayers, my mother, planted the seeds of virtue, your gentle firmness eradicated those faults which, had they been fostered by indulgence, might have rendered my life like Cecil Grahame's, and exposed me in the end to a death like his.
He turned on his heel! His muttered speech was profane, but inarticulate. He sprang into the hansom by Grahame's side. "Euston!" the latter cried through the trap-door. "Double fare, cabby. We must catch the Scotchman." Lucille came out a few moments later, and looked up and down the street as her brougham drove smartly up. The hansom was fast disappearing in the distance.
Grahame's garden, the production of Jacques Sennier's opera they were all linked together closely at this moment in a tenacious mind; with the expression in Charmian's eyes at the end of the opera, Oxford Street by night as he walked home, the spectral bunch of white roses on his table, the furtive whisper of the letter of love to Charmian as it dropped in the box, the watchful policeman, the noise of his heavy steps, the dying of the moonlight on the leaded panes of the studio, the scent of the earth as the dawn near drew.
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