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"Well, we'll go into the details presently," he heard Mr. Lavington say, still on the question of his nephew's future. "Let's have a cigar first. No not here, Peters." He turned his smile on Faxon. "When we've had coffee I want to show you my pictures." "Oh, by the way, Uncle Jack Mr. Faxon wants to know if you've got a double?" "A double?" Mr.
'Ah, my dear, when it pleases Heaven to open your eyes, you will see as I do! Poor Mrs. Lavington! Unconscious spokeswoman for the ninety-nine hundredths of the human race!
Some idea of their height and dimensions can be realized by a comparison with the stature of Mr. Lye, who is standing by his plants, and who is of average height. It should be mentioned that previous to being photographed they had traveled by road from Market Lavington to Bath and back, a distance of 52 miles, in addition to having been exhibited two days.
I liked Wilkes, and I liked Curran; but they were famous, the best company in the world. When I was as young as you, Lady Lavington and I always hunted in couples, because she was tall, and I was called the Queen of the Fairies. Pretty women, my sweet child, should never be alone.
Saunders liked the looks of the young man much and who did not? and was quite contented with this arrangement, to which as I told you, was added the comfort of retaining Lucy Miles as her nurse and companion during what threatened to be a very tedious confinement. Miss Lavington well knew the value of a Mrs.
When the parson mentioned Sam Brattle's name in a whisper, the Lavington constable shook his head. He knew all about old Jacob Brattle. A very respectable party was old Mr. Brattle in the constable's opinion. Nevertheless the constable shook his head when Sam Brattle's name was mentioned. Having learned so much, the parson rode home.
But she never would let him teach her to catch perch, would she? She was always too tender-hearted. Ah, squire, when we're dead and gone, dead and gone, squire, they'll be the pride of Whitford still! And they'll keep up the old place won't you, my darlings? And the old name, too! For, you know, there must always be a Lavington in Whitford Priors, till the Nun's pool runs up to Ashy Down.
"My dear Miss Lavington, as I have never been able to settle my own love affairs satisfactorily to myself, I do not feel at all competent to settle other people's. Good-bye! I shall be late for the steamer." And, bowing to Stangrave and Marie, he turned to go. "Sabina! Stop him!" cried she; "he is going, without even a kind word!"
John Lavington, during his nephew's blundering attempt to drop the wax and apply the seal, continued to fasten on him a look of half-amused affection; while the man behind the chair, so oddly reduplicating the lines of his features and figure, turned on the boy a face of pale hostility. The impression was so startling Faxon forgot what was going on about him.
I don't care to come between them with hints and jealousies, suspecting like. Our Fan says he's been out working somewhere Lavington way; but I don't know as she knows." "Was he decent looking when he came home?" "He wasn't much amiss, Mr. Fenwick. He has that way with him that he most always looks decent; don't he, sir?" "Had he any money?"
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