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The three whom a moment had made one were becoming calmer, and taking one another's hands for life, when a diabolical sound arose and what was it but Sandy Liston, who, after furious resistance, was blubbering with explosive but short-lived violence?
In the middle of this, Flucker Johnstone came hastily in from the Old Town and told them he had seen the wife, Beeny Liston, coming through from Granton. The sympathy of all was instantly turned in this direction. "She would hear the news." "It would fall on her like a thunderclap." "What would become of her?"
"Yes, you could manage it that way," said I, thinking how Pamela I took the liberty of using her name for the shallow girl would like such treatment. "She will really be valuable mainly as a foil," observed Miss Liston; and she added generously, "I shall make her nice, you know, but shallow not worthy of him." "And what are you going to make the other girl like?" I asked.
Liston, the famous comedian who had delighted a former generation, was dead, and amateur actors, led by authors in the persons of Charles Dickens, Douglas Jerrold, &c. &c., had come to the front, and were winning much applause, as well as solid benefits for individuals and institutions connected with literature requiring public patronage.
I am sorry to leave many of the fellows; but you know Sir Charles is my oldest friend. Does he say that he is very ill, sir?" "No; he talks of his declining strength, and of his wish to have some one about him, in whom he can thoroughly confide," said Mr Liston, fixing his eyes on me, as if he would read every thought passing in my mind. "I long to be with him," I answered quickly.
"Till they're married?" "Sometimes, yes," she said, rather as though she were making an unwilling admission. "But sometimes he sees it before when he meets somebody else." "Very true," said I, with a grave nod. "The false can't stand against the real." pursued Miss Liston; and then she fell into meditative silence. I stole a glance at her face; she was smiling.
Christie fed him, and laughed at him. Flucker ditto. As she neither fed nor laughed at any other man, some twenty were bitterly jealous of Willy Liston, and this gave the blighted youth a cheerful moment or two. But the bright alliance received a check some months before our tale.
Pamela sat by me; she was very silent; she did not appear to be angry, but her handsome mouth wore a resolute expression. Chillington and Miss Liston wandered on into the shrubbery, and did not come into sight again for nearly half an hour. "I think it's cold," said Pamela, in her cool, quiet tones. "And it's also, Mr. Wynne, rather slow. I shall go to bed." Pamela looked at me for a moment.
Pamela was far too deficient in the commodity to be made anything of, without such reinforcement, even by an art more adept at making much out of nothing than Miss Liston's straightforward method could claim to be. A week passed, and then, one Friday morning, a new light burst on me. Miss Liston came into the garden at eleven o'clock and sat down by me on the lawn.
Liston; when, if they refuse to pay me, I shall put it in the newspapers, and expose them. Pitt pay him, L70,000 for four years, I cannot see why I should not do the same. On February 15, 1815, Lady Hester left Mar Elias on horseback, followed by her usual retinue, and on arriving at Acre spent about three weeks in preparing for the work at Ascalon.
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