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Loveday's well-preserved brunette face gazing at her. "Your servant, ma'am," she said. "You'll excuse me if I speak with you here, for I must be back by the time my Lady's bell rings." "Is it very late?" said Aurelia, taking from under her pillow her watch, which had stopped long ago. "Nigh upon ten o'clock," said Loveday.
Our language had few letters, except those of statesmen. Howel, indeed, about a century ago, published his "Letters," which are commended by Morhoff, and which alone, of his hundred volumes, continue his memory. Loveday's "Letters" were printed only once; those of Herbert and Suckling are hardly known. Mrs.
Hogarth had not sat since he had called out "That is false": his tall figure was recognized; and, with that electric spontaneity of crowds, he was straightway the leader of the meeting, men darting from their seats with waving hats, sticks, arms, and vociferous mouth, the chairman half standing, with a shivering finger directed upon Hogarth, shrieking to the police: but too late Hogarth had brushed past Loveday's knees was dashing for the crowded platform- steps was picking his way, stumbling, darting up them.
When she came downstairs her mother said, 'I have been thinking what I ought to wear to Miller Loveday's to-night. 'To Miller Loveday's? said Anne. 'Yes. The party is to-night. He has been in here this morning to tell me that he has seen his son, and they have fixed this evening. 'Do you think we ought to go, mother? said Anne slowly, and looking at the smaller features of the window-flowers.
"Yes, I did; and that's why I held my tongue," said Diana, burying her hot face on Loveday's shoulder. "Forgive me, please, for having thought it." "It never struck me that anybody should think that," said Loveday, still amazed at the idea. "And how did you know about it? Did you follow me? Well, I'll tell you what I was doing.
So his epaulettes and blue jacket, and Anne's yellow gipsy hat, were often seen in different parts of the garden at the same time; but he never intruded into her part of the enclosure, nor did she into Loveday's. She always spoke to him when she saw him there, and he replied in deep, firm accents across the gooseberry bushes, or through the tall rows of flowering peas, as the case might be.
But up in the ivy room, when she went to bed, the mask fell off. The Diana that cuddled in Loveday's arms was a very different Diana from the don't-care young person of downstairs. Loveday who understood her now consoled and kissed where a term ago she would have scolded. There are some dispositions that can only be managed by kisses.
This garden was undivided from Loveday's, the two having originally been the single garden of the whole house. It was a quaint old place, enclosed by a thorn hedge so shapely and dense from incessant clipping that the mill-boy could walk along the top without sinking in a feat which he often performed as a means of filling out his day's work.
He thrust her in, waved aside Loveday's excuses about her ladyship not being denied, and stood with his back to the door as she bounced shrieking against it from within. "I fear this little devil has hurt you, madam," he said. "Not at all, I thank you, sire." said Aurelia, though one side of her face still tingled. "She made at you like a little game-cock," he said. "I am glad I was in time.
Loveday's loyalty made him agree with everything that Henry said, however preposterous, and didn't Henry trade on it sometimes! Once while he was talking to me, when he was making up, he absently took a white lily out of a bowl on the table and began to stripe and dot the petals with the stick of grease-paint in his hand. He pulled off one or two of the petals, and held it out to me.
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