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It is only necessary for me to add that the recommendation of these books is not to be considered as expressive of my approbation of every particular sentiment they contain. It would indeed be grievous injustice if this writer's reputation should be injured by the occasional unsoundness of opinion in writers whom it is more than probable he may never have read, and for whose sentiments he ought no more to be made answerable than the compiler of Lackington's Catalogue, from which it is not unlikely that his own was abridged.
So Delafield had come and gone, bringing Lord Lackington's last words, and the account of his funeral, or acting as intermediary in business matters between Julie and the Chantrey brothers. Julie could not remember that she had ever asked him for these services. They fell to him, as it were, by common consent, and she had been too weak to resist.
And here the pen had dropped from his hand. Searching for something more, she drew from the envelope the wild and passionate letter she had written him at Heribert Street, in the early morning after her return from Paris, while she was waiting for Delafield to bring her the news of Lord Lackington's state. The small table d'hôte of the Hotel Michel was still further diminished that night.
And as for you, you're Lord Lackington's godson, and you're always preaching what he's done for the army, and what the nation owes him and and " "Does he know?" said the Duke, abruptly, marvelling at the irrelevance of these remarks. "No, not a word. Only six people in London know Aunt Flora, Sir Wilfrid Bury" the Duke made an exclamation "Mr. Montresor, Jacob, you, and I."
Lord Lackington's face contracted, and the slow tears of old age stood in his eyes. "You are like her in some ways," he said, brusquely, as though to cover his emotion; "but not very like her." "She always thought I was like you." A cloud came over Lord Lackington's face. Julie rose from her knees and sat beside him. He lost himself a few moments amid the painful ghosts of memory.
It seemed, indeed, almost desperate, but the case was desperate. It was certain that the garden-house would be searched next day; Lackington's suspicions were plainly roused, and it was too much to hope that searchers who had found three hiding-places in one afternoon would fail to find a fourth. It appeared then that it was this plan or none.
And as for the violence, the disgraceful violence with which it was carried " "Oh no, no," said Warkworth, laughing. "It was the Lords who behaved abominably, and it'll do a deal of good." Lord Lackington's eyes flashed. "I've had a long life," he said, pugnaciously. "I began as a middy in the American war of 1812, that nobody remembers now. Then I left the sea for the army.
"Of course I know. What on earth has that got to do with the subject we have been discussing?" "Well, it has a good deal to do with it," said the Duchess, slowly. "That's my uncle, George Chantrey, isn't it, Lord Lackington's second son, who married mamma's sister? Well oh, you won't like it, Freddie, but you've got to know that's Julie's uncle, too!"
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