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It's damp after rain, and it's hot after sun, and it's icy after frost. It's a very sympathetic room," said Harry. "They are barbarians, these Wavertons. I vow they give their horses better lodging." "Oh yes. I am not worth so much as a horse," said Harry. "Lud, Harry, don't whine," his father was irritated. "Have some spirit. I hate to hear a lad meek." "I thought you did," said Harry.
"Lud love me!" whispered his Royal Highness to Marguerite, as soon as he had caught sight of the rigid figure of the old lady; "Lud love me! she looks very virtuous and very melancholy." "Faith, your Royal Highness," she rejoined with a smile, "virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed." "Virtue, alas!" sighed the Prince, "is mostly unbecoming to your charming sex, Madame."
Ah, Lud! here comes the sack! Open it, my pretty Hebe, and send a drawer with fresh glasses, for these gentlemen must do me the honour of drinking with me. A pinch of snuff, sirs? Aye, ye may well look hard at the box.
Lady Blakeney!" added Lord Tony, "how they must miss you at the Comedie Francaise, and how the Parisians must hate Sir Percy for having taken you away." "Lud, man," rejoined Marguerite, with a shrug of her graceful shoulders, "'tis impossible to hate Sir Percy for anything; his witty sallies would disarm even Madame la Comtesse herself."
So Dinky-Dunk took his turn at sitting with Bobs' nose in his hand and staring down into the fathomless orbs that stared up at him. "You'll never get a lady, me lud, to look up at you like that," I told him. "Perhaps they have," retorted Dinky-Dunk, with his face slightly averted.
Powder had been sent down from heaven, and must not vanish from the face of the earth. Said Sir John to his Lady, ''Tis a matter easy to settle. Your maid Deborah and the rest of the wenches shall powder their hair henceforth. Whereat his Lady exclaimed in wrath, 'Lud, Sir John! Have you taken leave of your senses?
To his great joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. As he was about to descend his chains slightly rattled. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room.
However, oi ha thrashed pretty nigh every young chap in Varley, and they be beginning now to leave oi alone." "That's right, Bill; I am sure I have no right to preach to you when I am always doing wrong myself; still I am quite sure you will be glad in the long run that you had nothing to do with King Lud.
How that speech sends a throb to one's heart the defiance of it, the subtlety of it, and yet the intense womanliness of it! The people cheered her back to the palace. She went straight to the King's room he was feeding his dogs. "I've saved England!" cried Sarah exultantly. "Lud!" replied the King, and handed her some cat's-meat. No wonder women loved him!
"Lud!" cried my Lady Betty, fanning with graceful indifference. "'Twas said you were to marry a great fortune, and all were filled with envy. What become, then, of the fair Mistress Isabel Beaton?" "She returned to Scotland, your ladyship," replied Sir John, his eyes transfixing her. "Ere now 'tis ancient history."
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