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When it seemed likely that he would return to France by way of New York, Robert Grimston wrote me to say that if anything happened it would have his full consent. Things move rapidly in Paris, and the whole episode is as much a part of the past as last year's styles.
He's both heir-at-law and next of kin, pursued Abel Grimston. 'Thank you, said Lady Knollys. Doctor Clay came forward, bowing very low, in his standing collar and single-breasted coat, and graciously folded my hand in his soft wrinkled grasp
It was the middle of dinner before she took notice of him again, but when she did she plunged into her subject boldly. "I suppose you didn't think I knew who you were walking with this afternoon?" "Yes, I did, because the lady recognized you. She said you and Mrs. Grimston were among the nice people in Paris whom she hadn't met but whom she knew very well by sight."
The door of Master Grimston's room was open, and a strange and strangling sound came forth; the Father made his way in, and found Master Grimston lying upon the floor, his wife bending over him; he lay still, breathing pitifully, and every now and then a shudder ran through him.
It seems to be horned, and hairy; but I have seen its eyes, and they were yellow, like a flame." As he said these words Master Grimston went in haste to the door, and pulled it open as though to breathe the air.
Father Thomas knew not what to make of this, till Master Grimston said harshly, "Come, wife, tell the tale and make an end; we must not take up the Father's time." "I hardly know how to say it, Father," said Bridget, "but a strange and evil thing has befallen us; there is something come to our house, and we know not what it is but it brings a fear with it."
Between the two men there passed a look of things unspeakable, till, with bent head and drooping figure, Derek wheeled away. "I'll say good-by now." Bienville's voice was husky, but he bowed with dignity to each member of the company in turn and to Marion Grimston last. "Raoul!" The name arrested him as he was about to go. He looked at her inquiringly.
She has probably turned more men round her little finger than any other woman in Paris." "Is that to her credit or her discredit?" "I don't want to say anything against Mrs. Eveleth," Mr. Grimston protested. "I wish she hadn't come near us at all. As it is, you must be forewarned." "I'm not particular about that, if you'll give me the facts." "That's not so easy.
"I've just had a letter," he said, in a tone indicating an entirely new order of discussion, "from a person who signs herself Diana or is it Diane? Eveleth." "Oh, Diane! She's written to you, has she?" came from Mr. Grimston, as his partner searched with short-sighted eyes for the letter in question among the papers on the desk. "You know her, then?" "Of course I know her.
By 1705 Grimston was 22 years old no longer a boy. The former edition was published by Bernard Lintott at the Cross Keys, Fleet-street, and the latter by the same bookseller at the Middle Temple Gate. The grossness of a young man of birth at this period is shewn by the Preface. The third edition with the elephant on the tight-rope was published in 1736.
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