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She was lovelier than she had ever been as the belle of Mauleverer Manor, for that defiant look which had been the outcome of oppression had now given place to softness and smiles. The light of happiness beamed in her dark eyes.
Lucy, scarcely knowing what she said, answered in a low voice that it was, indeed, and begged instantly to rejoin her father. Mauleverer offered his arm with great dignity; and the pair passed into the frequented part of the grounds, where Mauleverer once more brightened into smiles and courtesy to all around him. "He is certainly accepted!" said Mr. Shrewd to Lady Simper.
The earl, therefore, after watching the operations of the other robbers for some moments, turned on his heel, and remained humming an opera tune with dignified indifference until the pair had finished rifling the carriage, and seizing Mauleverer, proceeded to rifle him.
"Why does not he get out?" As he spoke, a murmur among the attendants, who appeared somewhat strangely to crowd around the carriage, smote the ears of the party. "What do they say, what?" said Mauleverer, putting his hand to his ear. The bishop answered hastily; and Mauleverer, as he heard the reply, forgot for once his susceptibility to cold, and hurried out to the carriage door.
Catching only the last words, for, besides the awful complexity of the squire's sentences, Mauleverer was slightly affected by the aristocratic complaint of deafness, the earl answered, with a smile, "The complaint of shooting! Very good indeed, Mr. Brandon; it is seldom that I have heard so witty a phrase. No, I am not in the least troubled with that epidemic.
'He might, if he lived within easy reach of Mauleverer Manor, replied Ida; 'but as he lives in France 'He could send a post-office order to a confectioner in London, and the confectioner would send you a big box of cakes, and marmalade, and jam, and mixed biscuits, and preserved ginger, said Lucy, her cheeks glowing with the rapture of her theme.
"This comes of being, like my friend Burke, too refined for one's audience," thought Mauleverer, wincing a little from the unexpected reply. "And yet!" he resumed, "I would not forego my power to admire, futile, nay, painful as it is.
'What's the good of anything at Mauleverer Manor? asked Ida, coming into the room, and seating herself on the ground with a dejected air. Bessie Wendover ran across the room and sat down beside her. 'So you were in for it again this afternoon, you poor dear thing, she murmured, in a cooing voice. 'I wish I had been there. It would have been "Up, guards, and at 'em!" if I had.
Begone, or I shall order my servants to thrust you forth!" "Begone, sir! begone!" cried several voices in echo to Mauleverer, from those persons who deemed it now high time to take part with the powerful.
Cheerly," said Mauleverer, bestowing a penetrating glance on his cutlet, "the bad times, I see, have not ruined your cook." "Indeed, my lord, your lordship is very good, and the times, indeed, are very bad, very bad indeed. Is there enough gravy? Perhaps your lordship will try the pickled onions?" "The what? Onions! oh! ah! nothing can be better; but I never touch them. So, are the roads good?"
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