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Clatt, the wharfinger that lived at the edge of the sea-wall and looked after such launches and yachts as came his way. "I want you to stay with me if Lyster and Paula will come too," she said, hospitably. "They like that sort of thing when they happen to have a nurse. If they cannot come you will have to go to one of the hotels. In either case you can send here for your suit-case.
"O yes, Sir," cried she, giddily, "every possible place will be fit for him, if he can once bear with that. Don't you think so, Dr Lyster?" "Why, when a man has the honour to see your ladyship," answered he, good-humouredly, "he is apt to think too much of the person, to care about the place."
"When you have the world at your feet," she would say to her sometimes, "I shall ask you a favor." "Ask me now!" said Marion, and then Miss Lyster told her how she had a brother a genius an artist whose talent equaled that of Raphael, but that he was unknown to the world and had no one to take an interest in his fortunes.
But she must know that she had broken off his marriage with Mary Lyster, and reopened in his nature all the old founts of passion and of storm. It had been her sovereign will that he should love her; it had been achieved. For her sake knowing himself for the seared and criminal being that he was for Ashe's sake he had tried to resist her spell. In vain.
"He ought to be here," said Lady Tranmore, as she turned away from the window. Mary Lyster laid down her work. It was a fine piece of church embroidery, which, seeing that it had been designed for her by no less a person than young Mr. Burne Jones himself, made her the envy of her pre-Raphaelite friends. "Yes, indeed. You made out there was a train about twelve." "Certainly.
Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. In words of words for words, palabras. Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle. C'est vendredi saint! Murthering Irish. His image, wandering, he met. I mine. I met a fool i'the forest. Mr Lyster, an attendant said from the door ajar.
Delvile, who was now impatiently waiting to see Dr Lyster in the little parlour, alarmed at the sound of a new step upon the stairs, came out to enquire who had been admitted.
Dr Lyster, though his own good nature was much affected by this fond sorrow, now half angrily represented to her the impropriety of indulging it: but Henrietta, unused to disguise or repress her feelings, grew only the more violent, the more she was convinced of Cecilia's danger: "Oh look but at her," she exclaimed, "and take me from her if you can! see how her sweet eyes are fixed! look but what a change in her complexion!
Perhaps the beauty of the May evening softened her and inclined her heart to him; for after a few minutes' silence she said to him: "We are forgetting the very object for which I consented to see you." "It is no wonder," replied Allan Lyster. "I forget everything in speaking to you. You do well, lady, in making me remember myself." "Do not mistake me," she said gently.
He was so generous, so noble, so loyal, so truthful in every way, such a perfect gentleman, and no mean scholar. It was something to win the love of such a man, it was something to love him. Now she understood this was true love, the very remembrance of her infatuation over Allan Lyster dyed her beautiful faca crimson.
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