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"I heard him, m'dear girl," he answered with a faint smile. "Not deaf you know. Yes. Head aches a good deal. But I thing this gennleman mistakes " "He says you are to keep awake. You mustn't go to sleep again, and you are not to close your eyes." "All ri' Pol'n. Keep'm open," and he proceeded forthwith to shut them with an air of infinite peacefulness.
But mark my words, Eva Payne, s'I, 'Hugo Canning'll be back. Fact," said Willie, grinning cordially. "Funny how I knew. And don't forget, Carlisle, m'dear, 'twas your Uncle Cosmo did it all! Hey? Remember that tea in my apartments? Always keep a spare room ready for Uncle Cosmo, and, by gad, I'll come and spend my summers with you." And later, Eva Payne, the once far unattainable, asked Mrs.
"Yes, m'dear." "Lately when you brought Deroulede and Juliette Marny to England... I endured agonies of anxiety... and..." He sighed, a quick, short, wistful sigh, and said very gently: "I know you did, m'dear, and that is where the trouble lies.
For all her plainness of actual feature, if that wonderful mouth were excepted, no one knew better than Georgie that she had beauté de diable, and the sheer impudent vitality of her swept nearly every man off his feet if she wished it to. "Me, m'dear?" she would protest to Judy or any friend who pointed this out to her. "Most hideous female, m'dear. Face like a pudding."
Her ears were filled with the sound of a voice, drawly and quaint and gentle, a voice and a laugh half shy, wholly mirthful, and oh! so infinitely dear: "I think a little sea voyage and English country air would suit the Abbe Foucquet, m'dear, and I only mean to ask him to cross the Channel with me..."
"Yes, m'dear, we are all of us safe until morning-time enough to reach Le Portel, and to be aboard the Day-Dream before mine amiable friend M. Chambertin has discovered his worthy colleague lying gagged and bound inside the chapel of the Holy Sepulchre. By Gad! how old Heron will curse the moment he can open his mouth!" He half helped, half lifted her out of the carriage.
"George!" exclaimed my aunt suddenly. "In heaven's name, cease rattling your spurs as if you were in your native stables." "Certainly, m'dear Julia!" he mumbled, and stood motionless and abashed. "'Pon me life, Julia," sighed my uncle Jervas, "I swear the years but lend you new graces; time makes you but the handsomer " "Begad, but that's the very naked truth, Julia!" cried uncle George.
"Nay, m'dear," he said gently, "'tis not ten thousand lives that call to me to-day... only one at best.... Don't you hate to think of that poor little old cure sitting in the midst of his ruined pride and hopes: the jewels so confidently entrusted to his care, stolen from him, he waiting, perhaps, in his little presbytery for the day when those brutes will march him to prison and to death.... Nay!
Ten days! but, God in Heaven! have you thought how I shall live these ten days, whilst slowly, inch by inch, you give your dear, your precious life for a forlorn cause? "I am very tough, m'dear," he said lightly; "'tis not a question of life. I shall only be spending a few more very uncomfortable days in this d d hole; but what of that?"
"Yet, 'tis simple enough, m'dear," he said with that funny, half-shy, half-inane laugh of his, "you see! when I found that that brute Chauvelin meant to stick to me like a leech, I thought the best thing I could do, as I could not shake him off, was to take him along with me.
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