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Upon this occasion, however, the Selwyn behaved quite as badly as any of its fellows; it was not only flooded for miles, carrying away quantities of fencing near its banks, and drowning confiding sheep suddenly, but at one spot about four miles from us, just under the White Rocks, it came down suddenly, like what Miss Ingelow calls "a mighty eygre," and deserted its old timeworn bed for two new ones: and the worst of the story is that it has taken a fancy to our road, swept away a good deal of it, breaking a course for itself in quite a different place; so now, instead of one nice, wide, generally shallow river to cross, about which there never has been an evil report, we have two horrid mountain torrents of which we know nothing: no one has been in yet to try their depth, or to find out the best place at which to ford them, and it unfortunately happened that F and I were the pioneers.
Browning, D. G. Rossetti, Morris, and Swinburne as representative of the minor poets of the age; but there are many others who are worthy of study, Arthur Hugh Clough and Matthew Arnold, who are often called the poets of skepticism, but who in reality represent a reverent seeking for truth through reason and human experience; Frederick William Faber, the Catholic mystic, author of some exquisite hymns; and the scholarly John Keble, author of The Christian Year, our best known book of devotional verse; and among the women poets, Adelaide Procter, Jean Ingelow, and Christina Rossetti, each of whom had a large, admiring circle of readers.
Ingelow produced a little white paper from his vest pocket. "You see this powder?" holding it up. "Drop it into the tea-pot this evening, and don't drink any of the tea." The woman shrunk a little. "I'm almost afraid, Mr. Ingelow. I don't like drugging. They're old and feeble; I daren't do it." "You must do it," Hugh Ingelow said, sternly. "I tell you there is no danger.
Mollie was alone in her room, having a very anxious time; but when his name was announced, she dropped the book she was trying to read and made a headlong rush down-stairs. If Hugh Ingelow had seen the rosy light that leaped into her cheeks, the glad sparkle that kindled in her eyes at the sound of his name, he could hardly have been insensible to their flattering import. Mr.
"This room is stifling!" she said for answer; and her voice, dulled and unnatural, seemed to his strangely confused senses as though it came from a far distance, "I am suffering: shall we go out to the air?" "But more than loss about me clings." Jean Ingelow "No! no, I am mad to think it!
Blue-eyed Mollie is destined to be 'My Lady, in spite of his teeth." "'There is many a slip' you know the proverb, Madame." It was all he said; but his sinister smile, as he moved away, said a great deal. Hugh Ingelow, very pale, stood leaning against a marble column, all wreathed with festal roses, not as white as his own handsome face. "What are they plotting, I wonder?" he thought.
"A splendid night for our business," he said, getting in beside her and gathering up the reins. "Now then, off we go, over 'brake, bush and scaur, and good-bye to Doctor Oleander and the trip to Cuba!" Obedience was not very hard in this instance. Miss Dane snugged up nice and close to Mr. Ingelow, and felt very comfortable indeed.
He had bowed and reached the door ere the voice of Carl Walraven arrested him. "This very unpleasant business, Mr. Ingelow Sir Roger," he said, with evident embarrassment, "in which Mrs. Walraven is concerned " "Will be as though it had never been, Mr. Walraven," Hugh Ingelow said, gravely. "Once more good-night." He quitted the room. Sir Roger Trajenna turned to follow, a sad, crushed old man.
One of the servants, it appears, saw her go, and she has never been heard of or seen since." "By Jove!" for the second time exclaimed Hugh Ingelow. "It is supposed that she has met with foul play been inveigled away from home, and is in the power of a villain." "Well," said Mr. Ingelow, drawing a long breath, "Miss Dane has the greatest knack of causing sensations of any lady I ever knew.
Ingelow, "I will have Oleander and Sardonyx both neck and neck in the race. Here there is a fair field and no favor, and here I will try my luck." But Mr. Ingelow was mistaken, for here in his "fair field" appeared the most formidable rival he could possibly have had a rival who seemed likely to eclipse himself and Oleander and Sardonyx at one fell swoop.
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