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The whole, therefore, appeared a formed plan to degrade him in the eyes of the public; and the idea of its having succeeded filled him with such bitter emotions that, after various attempts to conceal them, he at length threw himself into Mac- Ivor's arms, and gave vent to tears of shame and indignation.
The Foreign Secretary was advising Ivor to wire the Élysèe Palace for rooms without any delay, as there must be no hitch about his meeting Maxine, once it was arranged for her to go there. "Any misunderstanding would be fatal," he went on, as solemnly as if the safety of Maxine's head depended upon Ivor's trip.
"If you choose to keep silent for some purpose of your own," I broke out, "you can't prevent me from telling the whole story, as I know it how I went out with you, and all that." "I can't prevent you from doing it, but I can advise you not to for Ivor's sake," she answered. "For his sake?" "Yes, and for your own, too, if you care for his opinion of you at all.
That's the capital city," pointing to a spot. "It's called Melzarr. The palace is there. It's the place where the first of the Maranovitch killed the last of the Fedorovitch the bad chap that was Ivor's father. It's the palace Ivor wandered out of singing the shepherds' song that early morning. It's where the throne is that his descendant would sit upon to be crowned that he's going to sit upon.
Flockhart, Fergus Mac- Ivor's good-humoured landlady. 'Gude guide us, Mr. Waverley, is this you? na, ye needna be feared for me. I wad betray nae gentleman in your circumstances. Eh, lack-a-day! lack-a-day! here's a change o' markets; how merry Colonel MacIvor and you used to be in our house! And the good- natured widow shed a few natural tears.
Shames would be troubled in his mind, I think." There was indeed some reason to suppose so. The worthy seaman, having got tired of waiting, had, against Ivor's advice, wandered a few yards along the pass, where, seeing something farther on that aroused his curiosity, he laid down the single-barrelled fowling-piece with which he had been provided, and began to clamber.
The old woman hesitated to tell, but after a little pressing she said, in half apologetic tone, "Weel, mem, it was na Ivor's fau't, but the day before yesterday he cam in fou ye ken he's fond o' his glass, mem, an' he was swingin' aboot his airms, poor falla, an' withoot the least intention, his haund cam doon wi' sik a ding on my heed that knockit me doon.
I must go on with her myself as fast as we can push to Sir Ivor's place, and then return to help you nurse the Professor." I saw she was right. It was the sole plan open to us. And I had no fear of letting Hilda go off alone with Lady Meadowcroft and the bearers. She was a host in herself, and could manage a party of native servants at least as well as I could. So Hilda went, and came back again.
Scogan strolled back together from the gates of the courtyard, whence they had bidden their last farewells; on the writing-table in the hall they found the visitor's book, open, and Ivor's composition scarcely dry. Mr. Scogan read it aloud: "The magic of those immemorial kings, Who webbed enchantment on the bowls of night.
And Jack, looking queerly at me with an inquiring air, said: "My sister's name's Elsie; mine's John Cheriton." "And yours?" Elsie asked, glancing timidly down at me. My heart beat hard. I was face to face with a dilemma. These were friends of Courtenay Ivor's, and I had given myself away to them. I was going to their house, to accept their hospitality and to betray their friend!
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