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Updated: May 28, 2025
He was gone scarcely more than a minute, but that was long enough for the mulatto chambermaid to steal out from the bed-chamber, tear half a dozen pages from Mabel's journal, and creep back again, grasping the crushed paper in her hand as she glided through the door which opened behind the curtains of General Harrington's bed.
The first plunge cast me forward at Harrington's feet; he caught me to his bosom, pressing me there with one arm, while he drew in the sail with the other. "The wind rose high, tearing in a tornado across the pond; but, I am sure sure as I am of the beating of my own heart, that Harrington trembled from other causes than the danger we were in.
Of your honest Sir Charles Harrington's two pattern wives, I think I should prefer the country housewife, with whom I could be sure of having good cheese and butter, to the citty dame with her good clothes and answers witty. I should be afraid that these answers witty might be turned against me, and might prove the torment of my life.
Thence to Brainford, reading "The Villaine," a pretty good play, all the way. There a coach of Mr. Povy's stood ready for me, and he at his house ready to come in, and so we together merrily to Swakely, Sir R. Viner's. A very pleasant place, bought by him of Sir James Harrington's lady.
Let me find you well and happy when I return. "He touched my forehead gently with his lips, and was gone. "I was about to knock at Mrs. Harrington's door, when I saw James coming down the corridor, evidently going there, too. I turned away and went into the salon. I did not wish even to exchange a word with him then.
Harrington's commercial instinct was touched, and as he looked upon the exquisitely turned foot and ankle, there ran through his mind the sordid list 'One rifle, one blanket, twenty bottles of hooch. Madeline was the wife of a king, a king whose yellow treasure could buy outright a score of fashion's puppets; yet in all her life her feet had known no gear save red-tanned moosehide.
"A very disagreeable one, at least, General Harrington, but I am faint and ill permit me to answer all farther questions to-morrow!" General Harrington's manner imperceptibly changed; he no longer enforced abrupt questions upon the exhausted lady, but with a show of gallant attention, stepped forward and drew her arm through his. "You can go to your rooms, young men," he said, "I will attend Mrs.
Harrington's works, "Oceana," &c., and two other books, which cost me L4, and so home, and there eat a bit, and then with my wife to the King's playhouse, and there saw "The Surprizall;" which did not please me to-day, the actors not pleasing me; and especially Nell's acting of a serious part, which she spoils.
But the mist had made the wood very wet, and she had left the rug in the house. If she walked softly up and down the little path she would be sure to hear the hoofs of Harrington's horse, the wheels of the dogcart directly the wanderers drove into the Green Court. There they would get down, and would walk home through the Dark Entry.
"Where are you going, Rex?" asked his mother, as he passed the group who were sitting on the front porch, for it was a sultry evening. "Only down the street a little way. I'll be right up," he replied. "I wonder if Harrington's people ask him where he's going every step he takes," he muttered to himself as he strode off.
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