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'How can I say, when I don't know? What a pretty chip hat the elder princess wears? Her companion's general disappointment extended over him almost to his lace and his plume. 'Your mother said, you know, Miss Anne 'Yes, that's the worst of it, she said. 'Let us go back to David; I have seen all I want to see, Mr. Loveday.
'Well, said Loveday, 'you two go and lie down now and I'll bide up; and as soon as he comes in, which he'll do most likely in the course of the night, I'll let him know that they are coming again. Anne and Mrs. Loveday went to their bedrooms, and the miller entered the mill as if he were simply staying up to grind.
Loveday, busy plying her hair-brush, shook her long flaxen mane dolefully. "I don't say I wouldn't like to. But I don't think it's at all likely. I'm not an attractive kind of girl; I know that well enough. I'm so shy. I never know what to say to people when they begin to talk to me. They must think me a silly goose. You should see my cousin Dorothy; she's always the very life and soul of a party.
And Loveday: "She sweats like a thoroughbred" haggard, but assuming calm: "few things could be more profusely expeditious". "Ah, make phrases, John," murmured Hogarth...."Well, but hadn't you better be getting out the boats?"
Loveday. ''Tis more than twenty years ago anyhow. And more than that, I can mind when he was born; I was a lad, serving my 'prenticeship at the time. He has been in this house often and often when 'a was young. When he came home after his first voyage he stayed about here a long time, and used to look in at the mill whenever he went past.
Captain Loveday tried the house door; finding this locked he went to the mill door: this was locked also, the mill being stopped for the night. 'They are not at home, he said to the boy. 'But never mind that. Just help to unload the things and then I'll pay you, and you can drive off home. The cart was unloaded, and the boy was dismissed, thanking the sailor profusely for the payment rendered.
There was a silence full of Loveday's smile. "But", said O'Hara, "what I meant is this: you know what I have been to Hogarth; without me, what could the poor fellow have done, after all? I have taught him to think, to dance, and to dine. Now, then, I ask you right out frankly am I, my son, in the list of Admirals?" Loveday, flushing, started upright, and sank back.
Finding the struggle a futile one, owing to the invisibility of her antagonist, and her wish to keep its nature secret from the other two, she arose, and saying that she did not care to see any more, felt her way downstairs. Bob followed, leaving Loveday and his wife to themselves. 'Dear Anne, he began, when he had got down, and saw her in the candle- light of the large room.
This particular 1662 translation of Pharamond appears to be very rare, if not unique. At all events I find it in none of the bibliographies, nor has the British Museum Library a copy of it. The preface is signed J.D., and the version is probably therefore from the pen of John Davies, who helped Loveday to finish his enormous translation of Cleopatra in 1665.
"Loveday doesn't understand me she thinks me a spoilt cry-baby!" she kept repeating to herself, and the mere fact of realizing that attitude in her companion prevented her from trying to explain the situation. Hair-brush drill proceeded in dead silence, only broken by an occasional gasping sigh from Diana, which echoed through the room about as cheerfully as a funeral dirge.
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