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And he smiles blandly, and takes a sort of after-dinner view of things, as if he coincided with the arrangements of Providence. Don't you take coffee? Tea, then. I have met your aunt I mean, Mr. Lavender's aunt: such a dear old lady she is!" "I don't like her," said Sheila. "Oh, don't you, really?" "Not at present, but I shall try to like her." "Well," said Mrs.
She was somewhat excited by the presence of the sea and the well-remembered sound of the waves; and she was pleased to talk about her life in the North, and about her husband's stay there, and how they should pass the time when she returned to Borva. She neglected altogether Lavender's injunctions that she should not talk about fishing or cooking or farming to his friends.
Here, too, as they drove along to have tea with a certain Lady Leveret, who was one of Lavender's especial patrons, and to whom he had introduced Mrs. Kavanagh and her daughter, Sheila felt that she was a stranger, an interloper, a "third wheel to the cart." She scarcely spoke a word.
You might as well think of living by yourself at the Arctic Pole." Neither Johnny Eyre nor any of the men who had just left Tarbert knew anything of Frank Lavender's recent history, and Lavender himself was not disposed to be communicative. They would know soon enough when they went up to London. In the mean time they were surprised to find that Lavender's habits were very singularly altered.
Perhaps he did not smell quite right? One never knows." And with her moustachioed muzzle pressed to his chin Mr. Lavender sought for explanation in the innocent and living darkness of his dog's eyes.... On leaving Mr. Lavender's the nephew forthwith returned to the castle in Frognal, and sought his aunt. "Mad as a March hare, Aunt Rosie; and his dog bit me." "That dear doggie?"
Martha Deane, during Miss Lavender's absence, had again discussed, in her heart, her duty to Gilbert. Her conscience was hardly satisfied with the relinquishment of her first impulse. She felt that there was, there must be, something for her to do in this emergency. She knew that he had toiled, and dared, and suffered for her sake, while she had done nothing.
"Watch this little moon-cat and her perfect manners! We may all learn from her how not to be crude. See the light shining through her pretty ears!" The little cat, who had seen a bird, had left Mr. Lavender's shoulder, and was now crouching and moving the tip of its tail from side to side. "She would like a bird inside her; but let us rather go and find her some milk instead," said Mr.
A melodrama acted in the back garden, underneath Lavender's window, opened out prospects of amusement for the actors as well as the audience, and a rainy afternoon was passed in the merriest fashion discussing the plot, characters, and costume. Darsie sat on the hearthrug, and prodded the fire vigorously to mark each point scored. Vie wrote from dictation at the centre table.
"Agnes, how long hast thou been lavender here?" "Long ere you were born, Lady." "Canst thou remember my mother?" Philippa was amazed at the look of abject terror which suddenly took possession of the lavender's face. "Hush, Lady, Lady!" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Philippa laid her hand on the woman's arm. "Wilt thou suffer aught if thou tarry?" Agnes shook her head.
For the rest, Lavender's own little eyrie was situated at the end of a long top passage, and might have been originally designed for a sanatorium and there, in solitary state, the poor mumpy poetess bewailed her fate, and besought the compassion of her companions.
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