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"I was thinking," said she, with a sudden revelation of the practical, "that young Christie will suffer a great deal in his way through the world if he stumble at such common kindness as Lady Latimer's." And then she told the story of the cheese-cake. "I beheld my lady then as a remote and exalted sphere, where never foot of mine would come.
Go on with the letters in order, and I will sign them when I return from my drive." Miss Fairfax's face was so pitiful and inquisitive that the substance of Lady Latimer's letter was repeated to her.
But Bessie was quite equal to the occasion. "His plainness is lost in what Mr. Logger calls his power of countenance," said she. "And I'm sure he has a fine eye, and the sweetest smile I know." Lady Latimer's visage was a study of lofty disapproval: "Has he but one eye? I thought he had two. When young ladies begin to talk of young gentlemen's fine eyes and sweet smiles, we begin to reflect.
With respect to the other very great man whom the exigencies of the state called to power simultaneously with him, our information is far less satisfactory. Though our knowledge of Latimer's early story comes to us in fragments only, yet there are certain marks in it by which the outline can be determined with certainty.
His uncle only said, 'Gentlemen, I know you are as anxious on Mr. Darsie Latimer's account as he is upon yours. I am commissioned by him to inform you, that he is as well as you are I trust you will all meet soon. Meantime, although I cannot suffer you to be at large, you shall be as well treated as is possible under your temporary confinement.
This man was out west on business for Tom Latimer's father, and Tom said it would cost next to nothing to send for him. The man said the jewels would create the greatest wild-cat speculations in New York if they were placed on the market. Those were his very words!" "Tom Latimer! Do you know him?" gasped Eleanor. "He's John's chum. He visited here for several weeks and we had the loveliest times!
At the first mention of Latimer's name Tommy indulged in a low whistle, but except for that non-committal comment they listened to me in silence. Joyce was the first to speak when I had finished. "It's hateful, isn't it?" she said. "I feel as if we were fighting in the dark." "That's just what we are doing," answered Tommy, "but we're letting in a bit of light by degrees though."
"I shall remember the amount of exasperation I received when that day comes, and be able to meet the condemnation with becoming fortitude." "Debby, Debby," said Miss Latimer's voice reprovingly; but the warning came too late.
Latimer's Sermons, p. 160. He wrote to the king on the 14th of June, in consequence of an examination at the Tower; but that letter could not have been spoken of on the trial of the Carthusians. See State Papers, Vol. I. p. 431. "I had the confessor alone in very secret communication concerning certain letters of Mr.
Latimer's face remained beautifully impassive. "I was under the mistaken impression," he answered slowly, "that I owed my life to Mr. Neil Lyndon." For perhaps three seconds none of us spoke; then I broke the silence with a short laugh. "We are up against it, Thomas," I observed. Tommy looked backwards and forwards from one to the other of us. "What shall we do?" he said quietly.
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