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There, just read this letter from my mother. It came to me this morning. I could hang myself if I were a dog; but I'm a man, and so I must bear it." Randal took Mrs. Hazeldean's letter from Frank's trembling hand.
"Frank Hazeldean's voice," said he; "I should like to see him, Mother." "See him," repeated Mrs. Leslie, in amaze; "see him! and the room in this state!" Randal might have replied that the room was in no worse state than usual; but he said nothing. A slight flush came and went over his pale face; and then he leaned his check on his hand, and compressed his lips firmly.
On entering the drawing-room, Randal found the two ladies seated close together, in a position much more appropriate to the familiarity of their school-days than to the politeness of the friendship now existing between them. Mrs. Hazeldean's hand hung affectionately over Carry's shoulder, and both those fair English faces were bent over the same book.
Hazeldean's favourite epithet for Mrs. Dale was poor, and that for reasons to be explained hereafter. "I fear my wife has got one of her bad headaches, but I will give her your kind message, and at all events you may depend upon me." "That's right," said the squire; "in half an hour, eh?
Stirn having now got what he considered a complete and unconditional authority over all the legs and wrists of Hazeldean parish, /quoad/ the stocks, took his departure. "Randal," said Mrs. Leslie on this memorable Sunday, "Randal, do you think of going to Mr. Hazeldean's?" "Yes, ma'am," answered Randal. "Mr.
Hazeldean's bluff negotiation; and convincing himself that one of his vistas towards Fortune was becoming more clear and clear, he turned, with the restless activity of some founder of destined cities in a new settlement, to lop the boughs that cumbered and obscured the others.
All things favoured his project, even chance had befriended him in Mrs. Hazeldean's mistake. She had, not unnaturally, supposed Violante to have captivated Frank on his last visit to the Hall. Thus, while Randal had certified his own mind that nothing could more exasperate the squire than an alliance with Madame di Negra, he could yet assure Frank that Mrs. Hazeldean was all on his side.
M. de Ruqueville who was the greatest wit of his day had, like the squire, a half-brother, with whom he was not on the best of terms, and of whom he always spoke as his "frere de loin!" Audley Egerton was thus Squire Hazeldean's "distant-brother"! Enough of these explanatory antecedents, let us return to the stocks.
"Giacomo," said Riccabocca, as he drew on his nightcap, and stepped majestically into the four-posted bed, "I think we shall get that boy for the garden now!" Thus each spurred his hobby, or drove her car, round the Hazeldean whirligig. Whatever, may be the ultimate success of Miss Jemima Hazeldean's designs upon Dr.
Hazeldean was best enabled to afford the accommodation my sister deigned to accept." "Mode! the post-obit!" ejaculated the squire, relinquishing his hold of Randal to lay his gripe upon Levy. The baron shrugged his shoulders. "Any friend of Mr. Frank Hazeldean's would have recommended the same, as the most economical mode of raising money."
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