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Laudersdale's gay laugh rung across them, as the space grew, a sweet, rich laugh, that all the spirits of the depths caught and played with like a rare beam that transiently illumined their shadowy, silent haunts. The next day, and the next, and so for a fortnight, Mr.
Laudersdale's spirits all that morning, bubbles dancing on a brook, nor foam-sparkle of rosy Champagne. She related their adventures with graphic swiftness, and improvised dangers and escapes with such a reckless disregard of truth that Mr. Raleigh was forced to come to the rescue with more startling improbabilities than they would have encountered in the Enchanted Forest.
Laudersdale's own. Mrs. Laudersdale scarcely observed, she felt; and probably she saw nothing but the general impression of what I have been telling you. "Tea, Roger?" asked Mrs. McLean. "Green, I thank you, and strong." Rising to receive it, he continued his course till it naturally brought him before Mrs. Laudersdale.
Heath's mother. Now, as you may be aware, Reuben Raleigh was the name of Susanne Le Blanc's lover." "No, I was not aware." Mr. Laudersdale's countenance, which had been animated in narration, suddenly fell.
Laudersdale's into a splendid caricature. Having made himself thus generally useful, he now proceeded to make himself generally agreeable; went with all necessary gravity through a series of complicate dancing-steps with Miss Heath; begged Miss Purcell, who was longing to cry over her novel, to allow him to read for her, since he saw that she was trying her eyes, and therewith made fiasco of a page of delicious dolor; and being challenged to chess by a third, declared that was child's play, and dominoes was the game for science, whereon, having seated a circle at that absorbing sport, he deserted for a meerschaum and the gentlemen, and in company with Captain Purcell, Mr.
Laudersdale's eyes, and some unconscious excitement fanned a faint color to and fro on her cheek. At last the moon rose; the whole party, regardless of wet slippers, sauntered with Mr. Raleigh to the shore, where the little Arrow hung balancing on her restraining cord. Mrs. Laudersdale stepped in, Mr.
Some one approached as if looking out upon the dim sheet, some one who, deceived by the false light, did not know the end to be so near, and walked forward firmly and confidently. Indeed, the quay had been erected in Mr. Laudersdale's absence. The water was deep there, the bottom rocky. "Shout and warn him of his peril!" urged a voice in Mr. Raleigh's heart. "Let him drown!" urged another voice.
Laudersdale's handkerchief fell at that moment from the hand that hung over the balustrade. Capua darted to restore it. "Bress her pretty eyes!" said he. "Ole Cap see's fur into a millstone as any one!" and vanished through the doorway. "I beg your pardon," said Mr. Raleigh, turning to Mrs. Laudersdale.
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