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He had long thought, also, that none were more calculated to sympathise with Ernest's views, and appreciate his peculiar character, than the gifted and brilliant Florence Lascelles.
Mrs Lascelles was weeping, but weeping gently. Cecilia was sad, and her heart was beating with anxiety and suspense when the maid rushed in. "O madam! O miss! O Mrs Lascelles! I have found it all out! they are murderous, bloody, do-everything pirates!" "Mercy on us!" exclaimed Miss Ossulton; "surely they will never dare ?"
You, alone in the streets, at this hour, in such a night, too! How very wrong how very imprudent!" "Do not talk to me I am almost mad as it is: I could not rest I could not brave quiet, solitude, still less, the face of my father I could not! but quick, what says he? What excuse has he? Tell me everything I will cling to a straw." "And is this the proud Florence Lascelles?"
Lascelles, I owed and do owe you about the most abject apology man ever made! I have followed you all this way for no other earthly reason than to make it, in all sincere humility. But it has taken me more or less since Tuesday morning; and I can't kneel here. Do you mind if I sit down?" Mrs.
In one corner he discovered Castruccio Cesarini, playing on a guitar, slung across his breast with a blue riband. The Italian sang well; many young ladies were grouped round him, amongst others Florence Lascelles. Maltravers, fond as he was of music, looked upon Castruccio's performance as a disagreeable exhibition.
No doubt I did so with only too much interest; no doubt I was equally clumsy of speech; but it was my opportunity, and something or other must be said. "Quite so, Mrs. Lascelles; and for his mother's sake," said I, "I not only will do, I have already done, my best to keep the lad out of harm's way. He is the apple of her eye; they are simply all the world to one another.
"Mrs Lascelles," said Pickersgill, "before we part, allow me to observe, that it is you who have induced me to give up my profession " "Why me, Mr Pickersgill?" "You said that you did not like it." Mrs Lascelles felt the force of the compliment. "You said, just now, that you hated the name of Pickersgill: why do you call yourself so?" "It was my smuggling name, Mrs Lascelles."
These lancers were raised and drilled by Captain Miguel, Bart being appointed their leader when he had grown to years of discretion that is to say, of greater discretion than of old, and that was soon after Doctor Lascelles had said to him one day: "Well, yes, Bart; you always have seemed to be like my son.
I was beginning to think that a lot of rot has been written about the eternal snows and the mountain-tops and all the rest of it. There a few lines in that last little volume of Browning " I stopped of my own accord, for upon reflection the lines would have made a rather embarrassing quotation. But meanwhile Mrs. Lascelles had taken alarm on other grounds. "Oh, don't quote Browning!" "Why not?"
Still I never expected him to grow up the charming chap he is now." Mrs. Lascelles sat gazing at the great curve of Théodule Glacier. I watched her face. "He is charming," she said at length. "I am not sure that I ever met anybody quite like him, or rather I am quite sure that I never did. He is so quiet, in a way, and yet so wonderfully confident and at ease!"
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