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I don't reckon Bessie Merrifield so -nor Fly Devereux, nor Dolores, because they are cousins. 'Cousins may be everything or nothing, asserted Miss Mohun. 'You have been about so much that you have hardly had time to form intimacies. But had you no friends in the officers' families? 'People always retired before their children grew up to be companionable, said Gillian.
On the third day, which might have been clear, 'a miserable creature, as Gillian mentally called her, wrote to beg the Misses Mohun to bring themselves and her niece to make up a lawn-tennis set, since some one had failed.
'He is no uncle of Dolores Mohun! said the colonel. 'He is only the son of her mother's step-mother by her first marriage. 'Oh, Dolores, then you deceived me! exclaimed Constance; 'you told me he was your own uncle, or I would never and oh! my fifteen pounds. Where is he? 'That, madam, said Mr. Ellis, gravely, 'I hope the police may discover.
Room was made for the two ladies, by the men who knew Miss Mohun, to push forward, so as to have a clearer view of the broken wall and roof of the stable, and the great ruddy blue and white veined mass of limestone rock, turf, and bush adhering to what had been the top.
I followed, and we rode back, rapidly, in dead silence, toward the Rowanty. Mohun rode on for more than a mile at full gallop, without uttering a word. Then he turned his head, and said, with a sigh: "Well, what do you think of your new acquaintance, Surry?" "I think she is an impostor." "As to her visions, you mean?" "Yes. Her story of Darke I believe to be true."
"What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball." The afternoon at Clipstone was a success. Gillian was at home, and every one found congeners. Lady Merrifield's sister, Miss Mohun, pounced upon Miss Prescott as a coadjutor in the alphabet of good works needed in the neglected district of Arnscombe, where Mr.
There was something guarded and subdued about her, which made Claude reflect how different she was from the untamed girl of last summer, who could not be happy without a sort of intoxication. The ladies returned to the drawing-room, where Ada now appeared for the first time, and while they were congratulating her Mr. Mohun summoned Eleanor away.
The Federal lines were near; and Mohun soon recalled his men. Grasping me cordially by the hand, he exclaimed: "Well, Surry! the prisoner! Where is Swartz?" I pointed to the spot where his body lay, and went thither with Mohun. Swartz lay perfectly dead, in a pool of blood. Darke had blown out his brains.
I see you know something about the affair, and are anxious to know every thing. I will tell you the whole truth; but it will be best to let me do it in my own way." "Do so, then," said Mohun, fixing his eyes more intently upon the spy. Swartz was silent again for more than a minute, gazing on the floor. Then he raised his head, passed his red handkerchief over his brow, and said:
As to Lilias Mohun, the heroine of this tale, the history of the formation of her character has been told, and all that remains to be said of her is, that the memory of her faults and her sorrows did not fleet away like a morning cloud, though followed by many happy and prosperous days, and though the effects of many were repaired.
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