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'Yes, you darling, when you are Lord Chancellor: and till that day comes I will wear tailor gowns, linsey-wolsey, anything you like, cried Mary, laughing. She ran to her grandmother's room, ineffably content, without a thought of trousseau or finery; but then Mary Haselden was one of those few young women for whom life is not a question of fashionable raiment.
"And what's he got to be unhappy about, I should like to know? He ought to be thanking Heaven on his knees all day long for getting such a nice girl to promise to marry him. That's the attitude a young man used to take when I was young." "Did you go down on your knees all day long when Mrs. Haselden promised to marry you?" asked Doreen, recovering her sauciness at the notion.
People whose circles were far remote from Lady Lesbia's circle, were as familiar with her beauty as if they had known her from her cradle. And all these outsiders wanted to see her in the flesh, just as they always thirst to behold Royal personages. So when it became known that the beautiful Lady Lesbia Haselden was on board Mr.
You have never told me how you hurt it. It is very sweet of Mary to write me such long letters, and quite a pleasant surprise to find she can spell; but I want to see your own dear hand once more. Those winter months were unutterably dreary for Lady Mary Haselden. She felt weighed down by a sense of death and woe near at hand.
'Haselden, he murmured, and repeated the name over and over again, slowly, dreamily, with a troubled tone, like some one trying to work out a difficult problem. 'Haselden when? where? And then with a profound sigh he muttered, 'Harmless, quite harmless. You may trust him anywhere. Memory a blank, a blank, a blank, my lord!
She is a very clever girl for a countrybred one; and she knows that it is worth her while to be Lady Lesbia Smithson. This soliloquy may be taken to prove that Horace Smithson knew Lesbia Haselden better than she knew herself. She had refused him in all good faith; but even to-day, after he had left her, she fell into a day-dream in which Mr.
But Dudley was acquainted with this man, undoubtedly, though we don't know whether he knew him to be a man, or only as Mrs. Higgs, which was the name the man went by." "Let me see the man," said Mr. Wedmore. And, pushing past his son, he entered the barn. The doctor made way for him. "He is quite dead. He must have been killed instantly," said Doctor Haselden, as his friend came up. Mr.
He looked at her again with inquiring eyes, as if her presence there had only just become known to him. 'Who are you? he asked again. 'I told you my name just now. I am Mary Haselden. 'Haselden that is a name I knew once. Mary? I think my mother's name was Mary. Yes, yes, I remember that. You have a sweet face, Mary like my mother's. She had brown eyes, like yours, and auburn hair.
Smithson, to speculate how much money this house and all his other houses had cost him, and to wonder if he was really rich, or if he were only one of those great financial windbags which so often explode and leave the world aghast, marvelling at the ease with which it has been deluded. They wondered, too, whether Lady Lesbia Haselden meant to marry him.
But Carrie pulled the young man sharply back by the arm into the corridor, and shut the door behind her. Her face was full of determination. "No," said she, "not even you." Max drew himself up, offended. "I should think you might trust me," he said, stiffly. "The doctor will have to hear when he comes. And the secret, whatever it is, will be safer with me than with old Haselden."
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