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Isabel, I congratulate you on the educational advance of your butler. Miss Maitland, I am your very devoted." The curtains of the drawing room shut him from sight and sound, except the faint rumor of his descending feet upon the steps.
Mary smiled faintly, and Isabel began to laugh through her tears, as she scrambled out of the carriage again, Mary followed her with longing eyes.
"She struck me as being one of the few people without a redeeming virtue. To be sure that has a distinction of its own." "Oh!" He wondered if so handsome a girl shared the common rancor of her age and sex against charming young widows. "And the worst mannered," continued Isabel, who knew exactly what he thought. "And plebeian in her marrow.
England had been devastated to the roots, would be again, no doubt, but unless it became one vast London, it would brood on into eternity with the slight defiant smile of a beautiful woman in an enchanted sleep. "Are you, too, an early bird?" Isabel flew out of her reverie. Lady Victoria was approaching from a forking road.
When it died still lower, they walked toward the house, hand in hand, and sat there on the steps watching it. "Well," said Bryant, smiling at her, "you want to go to Poole's Woods?" Isabel smiled back. "I guess so," she said. "We can be there by luncheon-time." "All right. I'll go home an' harness up." Half-way down the path he stopped and turned. "Say, Isabel!"
"Ah, madam!" said Leila, as she fell on one knee beside the queen, "most joyfully, most gratefully, will I accept any asylum which proffers solitude and peace." "The asylum to which I would fain lead thy steps," answered Isabel, gently, "is indeed one whose solitude is holy whose peace is that of heaven. But of this hereafter.
He went straight through the hall, calling Isabel as he went, and into the garden, carrying his flat cap and whip and gloves: and as he came out beneath the holly tree, there she stood before him on the top of the old stone garden steps, that rose up between earthen flower-jars to the yew-walk on the north of the house.
The clear-cold eyes of the Countess Isabel looked long at him before she said "Do I then show love to the Saints and give God honour, Lord Abbot, by helping you swing your villeins? Pit and gallows, pillory and tumbril! You go too far." "Dear lady," said he, "I go no further, if I have them, than my Sisters of Gracedieu.
"Dame," he said civilly, "I must thank you for the great charge you have been at with a certain lady much in both our hearts. No doubt she has spoken to you of Messire Prosper le Gai. Madam, I am he." "As God is great," Falve cried, "I could have sworn the lord of this town was Messire Galors de Born." "And so he was but yesterday," said Galors. "But now I hold it for the Countess Isabel."
The Windsor Castle sailed with leave to call at Madras for letters or passengers, and in a few days was again at anchor in the roadstead. The first intelligence which they received upon their arrival was, that the cholera morbus had been very fatal, and that among others, the old colonel had fallen a victim to the disease. Newton again obtained permission to go on shore to Isabel.
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