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"Of course I must take him back again. Come along, Louey, my boy." "It is cruel; very cruel," said Trevelyan. "No man living could love his child better than I love mine; or, for the matter of that, his wife. It is very cruel." "The remedy is in your own hands, Trevelyan," said Stanbury, as he marched off with the boy in his arms.

"I went to look for you but you were gone," said Mr. Glascock. "No, sir, I was not gone. I am here. It is the last time that I shall ever gladden my eyes with his brightness. Louey, my love, will you come to your father?" Louey did not seem to be particularly willing to leave the carriage, but he made no loud objection when Mr. Glascock held him up to the open space above the door.

The Matron, on being summoned, said that she had from the first been sure, in spite of his clothes, that little Mike was a well-born, tenderly-nurtured child, with good manners and refined habits, and she had tried in vain to understand what he said of himself, though night and morning, he had said his prayers for papa and mamma, and at first added that 'papa might be well, and he might go home; but where home was there was no discovering, except that there had been journeys by puff puff; and Louey, and Aunt Emma, and Nurse, and sea, and North something, and 'nasty man, were in an inextricable confusion.

But Lady Rowley withheld her, explaining that were she to go, the mission might probably fail in its express purpose. "Let Louey be sent to us first," said Lady Rowley, "and then we will see what can be done afterwards." And so Mr. Glascock started, taking with him a maid-servant who might help him with the charge of the child. It was certainly very hard upon him.

'How do you do, sir? replies the little man stiffly, raising his garden hat. 'You are an acquaintance of Paul of Miss Vyner's, I believe. I have the honour to be her maternal uncle. No wonder George bursts into a loud guffaw, notwithstanding the tragic intensity of his love protestations of five minutes before! Louey Piper's relations with her father are idyllic.

And he was still sobbing, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, and by no means yielding himself with his whole heart to his mother's tenderness, as she would have had him do. "Louey," she said, whispering to him, "you know mamma; you haven't forgotten mamma?" He half murmured some little infantine word through his sobs, and then put his cheek up to be pressed against his mother's face.

"I am so glad so glad you are going with us!" said little Louey La Vigne, pressing my hand, as she sat before me in the carriage by Aunt Felicité, her nurse Colonel La Vigne and three of his daughters having been consigned to another hack Louey and her sable attendant, stately with her large gold ear-hoops, and brilliant cotton handkerchief, being inseparable accompaniments of his wife.

When he came into this house, a quarter of an hour ago, he was fearful lest there was a mad doctor lurking about to pounce on him. I can see in his eye that he had some such idea. He hardly notices Louey, though there was a time, even at Casalunga, when he would not let the child out of his sight." "What will you do now?" "I will try to do my duty; that is all." "But you will have a doctor?"

The mornin' after I got that letter from Col. Sibley I started for Saint Louey. I took a bunk in the Pullman car, like I hed been doin' for six years past; 'nd I reckon the other folks must hev thought I wuz a heap uv a man, for every haff-hour I give the nigger ha'f a dollar to bresh me off.

Give my kind love to Lyddy and Louey. I felt their kindness when the sorrow within me wouldn't let me tell them so. Now good bye, dear Mrs. McKeon; don't be throubling yourself to come to Ballycloran; it'll be a poor place now. I'll send Katty for the things. I remain, dear Mrs. McKeon, Very, very faithfully yours, P.S. Indeed indeed it isn't the case, what you were saying. When Mrs.

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