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Barnabas started, and glancing up, beheld an ancient lady, very small and very upright; her cheeks were suspiciously pink, her curls suspiciously dark and luxuriant, but her eyes were wonderfully young and handsome; one slender mittened hand rested upon the ivory head of a stick, and in the other she carried a small fan. "Now, he stares!" she exclaimed, as she met his look. "Lud, how he stares!
Through the writing-room sounded a high-pitched, monotonous voice with a note of inquiry in it. "Mrs. McChesney! Mr. Fraser! Mr. Ludwig! Please! Mrs. McChesney! Mr. Fraser! Mr. Lud " "Here, boy!" Mrs. McChesney took the little yellow envelope from the salver that the boy held out to her. Her quick glance rested on the written words. She rose, her face colorless. "Not bad news?"
"Her ladyship was born in France," murmured one of the men, close to her, "she would know if the thing really looks like that." "She do seem interested," quoth another in a whisper. "Lud love us all!" said a buxom wench, who was clinging to the arm of a nervous-looking youth, "I believe they're coming for more money."
Val sat up and his ears burned. "I propose to read it with the emendations necessary to the epistle of a gentleman who has been shall we say dining, me Lud?" 'Old brute! thought Val, flushing deeper; 'you're not paid to make jokes! "'You will not get the chance to insult me again in my own house. I am leaving the country to-morrow.
No worse in the district, and there's many a one as would rejoice as he's gone to his account, and oi believe as whoever's done it has saved Captain Lud from a job; but there, it's no use a talking of that now. Now, look here, Bill, what thou hast got to do be this. Thou hast got to find the boy; oi expect he be hiding somewheres up on t' moors.
And I described graphically my experience in the deserted building. As I proceeded with my tale an amused look replaced the harsh lines of suspicion on Mother Borton's face. "Oh, my lud!" she cried with a chuckle. "Oh, my lud! how very green you are, my boy. Oh ho! oh ho!" And then she laughed an inward, self- consuming laugh that called up anything but the feeling of sympathetic mirth.
'I am sure you did not, my lud; and my learned friend, should he ever sit in your ludship's seat, will be able to say as much for himself, when at some future time he may be ; but, my lud, Mr. Chaffanbrass is now in court. And as he spoke, Mr.
That abandoned story-teller, Geoffrey of Monmouth, goes a step further, and concocts a Caer Lud for London and a Caer Osc for Exeter, whenever the fancy seizes him.
Compton's, Garrow's, and Colt's heads clashed together. Mr. Colt jumped up again, and said, "My Lud, I was not aware the gentleman they accuse of insanity is just being examined for high honours in the University of Oxford." Aside to Compton, "And if he doesn't come you may give them the verdict." "Well," said the judge, "of course he will be here before you close your case."
And in each other's eyes they gaze as if Heaven's gate had opened, and 'twas not earth that was beneath their horses' feet, and both forgot that poor plain flesh and blood stood looking on!" "Lud!" minced Lady Betty, applauding with her fan. "We must have it made into a play and Mrs. Bracegirdle shall perform it."
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