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Remember I was a frequent guest at Lansmere Park; and it was so natural that you, with all your brilliant gifts, should captivate her refined fancy, her affectionate heart." "Natural you think so, go on." "Your mother, as became her, separated you. It was not unknown to me that you still cherished a passion which your rank forbade to be lawful.

As the door at one end of the room closed on the prince and Leonard, Randal entered at the other, seemingly much agitated. "I have just been to your house, Lady Lansmere. I heard you were here; pardon me if I have followed you. I have called at Knightsbridge to see Violante, learned that she had left you. I implore you to tell me how or wherefore.

Trust me, I was right. I know little of the young lady, but I have conversed with her. I have gazed on the changes in her face. If Harley ever love again, and if ever love influence and exalt his mind, wish with me that his choice may yet fall where I believe that his heart inclines it." LADY LANSMERE. "Ah, that it were so! Helen, I own, is charming; but but Violante is equal in birth!

The agricultural outvoters many of whom, not living under Lord Lansmere, but being small yeomen, had hitherto prided themselves on their independence, and gone against my Lord could not in their hearts go against one who was every inch the farmer's friend.

"You remember me! and this is my dear good man!" "What! Mark the Poet?" said the curate of Lansmere, with a smile. "Come to write squibs for the election?" "Squibs, sir!" cried Mark, indignantly. "Burns wrote squibs," said the curate, mildly. Mark made no answer, but again knocked at the door.

After a few observations on the last debate this gentleman said, "By the way, can you dine with me next Saturday, to meet Lansmere? He comes up to town to vote for us on Monday." "I had asked some people to dine with me," answered Egerton, "but I will put them off. I see Lord Lansmere too seldom to miss any occasion to meet a man whom I respect so much." "So seldom!

Fairfield was a great author and a great poet, what the borough of Lansinere wanted was, not a member who would pass his time in writing sonnets to Peggy or Moggy, but a practical man of business, a statesman, such a man as Mr. Audley Egerton, a gentleman of ancient birth, high standing, and princely fortune. The member for such a place as Lansmere should have a proper degree of wealth." Mr.

No man who has not seen can guess how the zeal in them triumphs over sickness, sorrow, the ordinary private life of us! There was forwarded to Audley, from Lansmere Park, Nora's last letter. The postman had left it there an hour or two after he himself had gone. The wedding-ring fell on the ground, and rolled under his feet.

"I am afraid there is no chance for Lady Mary," resumed Lord Lansmere, with a slight but melancholy smile. "She has not intellect enough to charm him. She is not worthy of Harley," said the proud mother. "Between you and me," rejoined the earl, rather timidly, "I don't see what good his intellect does him.

But that boy is so kind and good, that when I look at him sitting there in dear Mark's chair, and remember how Mark loved him, and all he used to say to me about him, I feel somehow or other as if my good man smiled on me, and would rather I was not with him yet, till the lad had grown up, and did not want me any more." "You never hear anything of the old folks at Lansmere?"