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'Back me up! Jean whispered to Lady John. 'He said he'd have to leave directly after luncheon. And anyhow all these people please have us another time. 'I'll just see Miss Levering off, said Lady John, 'and then I'll come back and talk about it. In the midst of the good-byeing that was going on over by the window, Jean suddenly exclaimed 'There mayn't be another train! Miss Levering!
"In order to take that train," said Colonel Levering, sitting in the Waldorf-Astoria hotel, "you will have to remain nearly all night in Atlanta. That is a fine city, but I advise you not to put up at the Breathitt House, one of the principal hotels. It is an old wooden building in urgent need of repairs. There are breaches in the walls that you could throw a cat through.
And we distributed handbills for two hours. And we had a debate in the evening at the New Reform Club. 'Oh, you didn't hold a meeting here in the afternoon? 'Yes we did. I forgot that. She seemed also to have forgotten that her new friend had been prevented from appearing to carry her off. Miss Levering smiled down at her. 'What a funny little person you are. Do you know who I am? 'No.
When the relieved men had secured horses, I remained behind and assisted in harnessing in the team and gathering the saddle stock, a number of which were missed for lack of proper light. With the wagon once started, Levering and myself soon had the full remuda in hand and were bringing up the rear in a long, swinging trot.
'It was ten or twelve years ago. I found her horribly ill in a lonely Welsh farmhouse. 'Miss Levering? Mrs. Heriot nodded. 'We had taken the Manor for that August. The farmer's wife was frightened, and begged me to go and see what I thought. I soon saw how it was I thought she was dying. 'Dying? What was the 'I got no more out of her than the farmer's wife did. She had no letters.
'And I, said the gentleman, 'insisted on being further rewarded by being brought in. 'That is Miss Levering? whispered Jean, partly to distract her aunt. 'Yes; why not? said Lord Borrodaile, overhearing. 'Oh, I somehow imagined her different. 'She is different, said Aunt Lydia, with bitter gloom. 'You would never know in the least what she was like from the look of her.
As though she had had as much of the subject as she could very well stand, Miss Levering leaned sideways, put an arm behind her, and took possession of her boa. 'They're just ending the first act of Siegfried. How glad I am to be in your garden instead of Covent Garden! Ordinarily there would have been a movement to take the appreciative guest for a stroll.
John Greatorex, wearing a Panama hat, talking and gesticulating with a small book, in which his fingers still kept the place; Farnborough, a little supercilious, looking on. 'I protest! Good Lord! what are the women of this country coming to? I protest against Miss Levering being carried indoors to discuss anything so revolting.
'He called them "wretches who never lived," Dante did, because they'd never felt the pangs of partisanship. And so they wander homeless on the skirts of limbo, among the abortions and off-scourings of Creation. The girl drew a fluttering breath. Miss Levering glanced at the clock, and turned away to make her leisurely adieux among the group at the window. Mrs. Heriot left it at once.
It may have been recollection of Mrs. Fox-Moore's fear of 'the thin end of the wedge' that made Miss Levering smile as she said 'Yes, I've been expecting you for the last half hour, but it's very good of you to come at all. Miss Claxton looked as if she quite agreed. 'You'll have some tea? Miss Levering was moving towards the bell. 'No, I've had my tea.
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