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"Something has disagreed with you; it must have been the truffles with which that pheasant we had for déjeuner was stuffed. I toyed with them very timidly myself." "Pray sit down, my dear Mademoiselle de Merrivale," said Madame de Fleury, leading her to a chair which stood near. "Sit down while I order you a glass of water."
He remained over night with Merrivale and stocked up the next morning from the store. He had heard much, but little to any purpose. He carried away with him a pretty clear picture of Burke Lawson who, by Merrivale's high favour, appeared heroic. The storm, the search, Lawson's escape and supposed carrying off of Nella-Rose, were the chief topics of conversation.
How long they would have sat thus, each looking for some movement to be made by the other, is problematical. The double reverie was broken by a well-known voice, which cried out, "Ah, M. de Bois, you are the very man I wanted to see. Good-morning, Mademoiselle de Merrivale." Lord Linden and his sister, Lady Augusta, stood before them.
Staggchase, or led on by Miss Merrivale. He went about in a state of continual astonishment at the extent to which he had committed himself with the latter, and fell into that dangerous mental condition where one seems passively to regard his own actions rather than to direct them.
It hardly need be added that the result was not at all flattering to the latter. Rangely possessed a very pretty gift of sarcasm, and it was his humor to consider that in attacking the sculptor he was to a certain degree settling scores with Mrs. Staggchase for her change in attitude toward him after Miss Merrivale came.
It was hardly to be expected that Rangely should be pleased at the sight of his rival's advantage; but having passed the morning in squiring Miss Merrivale, his conscience was hardly case- hardened enough to have made him at his ease had he been able to exchange places with Kent. To Mr.
She appeared before Calvin Merrivale, presently, like a refreshing apparition from vacancy. It was high noon and Merrivale was dozing in a chair by the rusty stove, in which a fire, prepared against the evening chill, was already burning. "How-de, Mister Merrivale?" Calvin sprang to his feet. "If it ain't lil' Nella-Rose. How'se you-all?" "Right smart.
Her uncle, the Marquis de Merrivale, who is her guardian, is morbidly jealous of any influence exerted over his niece, even by relatives equally near." The Countess de Gramont, though she also had been greatly disconcerted, recovered herself more quickly than her son, and answered, with such an excess of suavity that it had the air of exaggeration, "We feel deeply indebted for the proposed honor.
And with that she laughed the soft, sweet laugh of Love triumphant and lay back again by her sister's side. Her Freedom "We have been requested to announce that the marriage arranged between Viscount Merrivale and Miss Hilary St. Orme will not take place." Viscount Merrivale was eating his breakfast when he chanced upon this announcement.
Betty Chase was a favorite, and Patricia had longed to be one of her friends, but thus far Betty had been surrounded by her classmates, who hovered about her so persistently that the pupils from Merrivale had not yet become acquainted with her.
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