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He's a marine; he looks into the gallery of the theatre every night: and he's in connexion with the press-gang that came ashore just now from the frigate lying in Portland Roads. They are often here for men. 'Yes. Our boatmen dread 'em. 'Well, we have only to tell him that Loveday is a seaman to be clear of him this very night. 'Done! said Festus.
Diana hopped out of bed, and flung two lace-frilled arms round her room-mate, clinging to her with the tenacity of a young octopus. "Oh, Loveday! Ducky! Tell me! I shan't let you go till you promise. Please! please!" she entreated. "If you strangle me I can't tell anything. Get back into bed, Diana! I don't know whether it was really important, but it may have been.
Thus they crossed the threshold of the mill- house and up the passage, the paving of which was worn into a gutter by the ebb and flow of feet that had been going on there ever since Tudor times. Miller Loveday had fraternized with half the soldiers in the camp since their arrival, and the effect of this upon his party was striking both chromatically and otherwise.
Loveday hurried away, and after breakfasting, Aurelia repaired the ravages of the rats, and made a last sorting of the residuum of shell dust, discovering numerous minute beauties, which awoke in her the happy thought of the Creator's individual love. She had not yet finished before Madge's voice was heard in querulous anger, and a heavy tread came along with her.
She was handed into the stern, Loveday sitting opposite to her. The woman was unusually silent, and could hardly be roused to reply to Aurelia's eager questions as she passed the gardens of Lincoln's Inn, saw St. Paul's rise above her, shot beneath the arch of London Bridge, and beheld the massive walls of the Tower with its low-browed arches opening above their steps.
He lingered near the house till its reflected window-lights ceased to glimmer upon the mill-pond, and all within the dwelling was dark and still. Then he entered the garden and waited there till the back door opened, and a woman's figure timorously came forward. John Loveday at once went up to her, and they began to talk in low yet dissentient tones.
May 21. On the question of abolishing the post of Minute-Keeper to the Executive the President fell into a passion with Mr. Loveday who thought a Minute-Keeper unnecessary, and left the Raad in a temper. June 13. The PRESIDENT said the reason why he did not subsidize some papers by giving them advertisements was that they did not defend the Government.
'Your servant, Mrs. Loveday, he said, 'and I will tell you at once what I come for. You will say that I take time by the forelock when I inform you that it is to push on my long-wished-for alliance wi' your daughter, as I believe she is now a free woman again. 'Thank you, Mr. Derriman, said the mother placably. 'But she is ill at present. I'll mention it to her when she is better.
I feel to-night like a man abandoned by the Almighty". Loveday muttered those words so loved by Hogarth: "....this is my favoured lot, My exaltation to afflictions high".... And Hogarth: "Do you know what is burdening me tonight?
Anyhow, it seems it was high time for Railton to go somewhere, for besides the references to liquor, which tally with Simon's words upon Dead Man's Rock, we also meet with the ominous words 'the fuss, wherein, Jasper, I find the definite article not without meaning." Uncle Loveday was beaming with conscious pride in his own powers of penetration.
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