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"Papa, what is it that you are talking about? What letter is that?" inquired Claudia, while Lady Hurstmonceux looked the question she forbore to ask.
"Lady Hurstmonceux, if you did but know what excellent cause you have to loathe that creature, you would not oppose my orders respecting her; if you keep her under your roof this night you degrade yourself; and, finally, if she does not leave the house at once I and my daughters must midnight and snow-storm, notwithstanding.
Phoebe fidgeted about the room for a while, and then, with the freedom of a favorite attendant, she came to the side of the countess and, smiling archly, said: "My lady." "Well, Phoebe?" "People needn't starve, need they, because they are going back to their 'ain countrie'?" Lady Hurstmonceux smiled faintly, roused herself, and went down to dinner.
A short distance inland from Pevensey is the great Sussex cattle-market at Hailsham, where the old Michelham Priory is used as a farm-house and its crypt as a dairy. Not far away is Hurstmonceux Castle, a relic of the times of Henry VI., and built entirely of brick, being probably the largest English structure of that material constructed since the Roman epoch.
Lady Hurstmonceux understood her, smiled, and answered: "You thought that I was a Jewess. Well, I was born and brought up in the Jewish faith. But it is now many years, Lady Vincent, since I embraced the Christian religion." "I am very glad! I am very, very glad! Ah!
Do you suppose, Claudia, that I hold all the wealth that he has entrusted to me, as my own, to be used for my own exclusive benefit? Oh, no! I feel that I am but his almoner, and I am often ashamed of taking as I do, the lion's share of the good things," she added, glancing around upon the luxuries that encompassed her. The next day Lady Hurstmonceux proposed another excursion.
Ishmael took that beautiful little brown hand and held it within his own as he said: "Thank you, Lady Hurstmonceux. I am really very glad to get back. But " "What, Mr. Worth?" "I do not come alone, Lady Hurstmonceux!" Her countenance suddenly changed. Her voice sank to at whisper as she inquired: "Who is with you?" Dropping his voice to the low tone of hers, Ishmael answered: "Mr. Brudenell."
Brudenell was excessively displeased at a course of conduct in her daughter-in-law that would naturally give rise to a great deal of conjecture. She expostulated with Lady Hurstmonceux; but to no good purpose: for Berenice shrunk from company, replying to all arguments that could be urged upon her: "I cannot I cannot see visitors, mamma! It is quite quite impossible." And then Mrs.
As Claudia entered, this lady turned around and lifted her veil, revealing a beautiful, pale face, with large, deep-fringed, mournful dark eyes, and soft, rippling, jet-black hair. At the first glance Claudia was touched by the pensive beauty of that lovely face. Yes! at the age of forty-five the Countess of Hurstmonceux was still beautiful.
The only other places of any note in mediæval Sussex were Steyning, under the walls of Bramber Castle; Hurstmonceux, which the Conqueror bestowed upon the lord of Eu; Battle, where he planted his great expiatory abbey; and Hurst Pierpont, which also dates from William's own time. The sole important part of the county was still the strip along the coast between the Weald and the sea.
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