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"I know it isn't right of me. I always wished and longed to be a help to you, Loftie." "So you can. You are a dear little sis when you like. You're worth twenty of May. I think you are going to be a very handsome girl, Kate, and if you are only fed up properly, and dressed properly, so that the best points of your figure can be seen well now what's the matter?"
"Forgive me, Mab, I have a headache and feel stupid," interrupted Loftus, rising to his feet. "I'm going out for a stroll; the air will do me good." He went up to the end of the table where his mother sat, kissed her almost tenderly, and left the room. Catherine began to reprove Mabel. "It is you who are selfish," she said. "You know Loftie must have a great deal on his mind just now."
Your rabbit was hurrying to bed, and was as much afraid of you as you of it." "It it wasn't a rabbit," said Mabel. "Rabbits don't sigh." "Oh sighs only belong to ghosts?" "I don't know. Don't laugh at me, Loftie. I heard a real sigh and a rustle, and something white flashed." "Then you flashed back to us. Never talk of being a brave girl again, May." "Let us walk very quickly," said Mabel.
The Egyptians, again, worshipped Osiris, Isis, and the rest as ancestors, and there are even modern scholars, like Mr. Loftie in his 'Essay of Scarabs, who hold Osiris to have been originally a real historical person. But the Egyptian priests who showed Plutarch the grave of Osiris, showed him, too, the stars into which Osiris, Isis, and Horus had been metamorphosed.
They had arranged to have dinner at a quarter to eight, and sat side by side now, looking a little forlorn in the frocks they had grown out of, and a little lonely, like half-fledged chicks, without their mother's august protection. "Loftie will wonder," said Mabel, "at mother going off to Manchester in such a hurry." It was the cook who had told Mabel about Manchester, Clara having informed her.
She drew herself up like the princess Lucifera, "with loftie eyes, halfe loth to looke so lowe," and said, cold as ice, "If once I hear that word on your lips again, as between you and me, Malcolm, I shall that very moment discharge you from my service, as for a misdemeanour. You have no claim upon me, and the world will not blame me." "Certainly not, my lady. I beg your pardon.
You know it was on account of you that we came down here, because mother had given you so much, and it was the only way left to us to save. It wasn't at all a good thing for Mabel and me, for we had to leave our education unfinished. But mother thought it best. What's the matter, Loftie?" "Only if you're going on in this strain I'm off to bed.
Remember that we have never but once been on the water since we came. Think how we have pined for this simple pleasure, Loftie, and fork out the tin." "My dear Mabel, I must place my interdict on slang." "Nonsense. When the cat's away. Oh, don't look shocked! Are we to go?" "Go! of course we'll go. Is there no pretty girl who'll come with us? It's rather slow to have only one's sisters."
"Mother," she said, "you quite frighten me with your innuendoes and your half-confidences. I don't understand you. It is very difficult to act when one only half understands." "I cannot make things plainer for you, my dear. I am glad Loftie is coming. You girls must entertain him as well as you can. This is Wednesday evening. I hope to be back at the latest on Monday.
West Town, created out of lands known as the Groves, was granted by the fifth Earl, as we have seen, to his chaplain Simon Downham. This grant is described by Mr. Loftie thus: "It appears to have been that piece of land which was intercepted between the Abbot's manor and the western border of the parish, and would answer to Addison Road and the land on either side of it."
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