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Naseby's face became encrimsoned; that the papa, furthermore, was said to be an admiral whereupon Mr. Naseby spat out a whistle brief and fierce as an oath; that Master Dick seemed very friendly with the papa "God help him!" said Mr. Naseby; that last night Master Dick had not come in, and to-day he had driven away in the phaeton with the young lady. "Young woman," corrected Mr. Naseby.
Naseby's face became encrimsoned; that the papa, furthermore, was said to be an admiral whereupon Mr. Naseby spat out a whistle brief and fierce as an oath; that Master Dick seemed very friendly with the papa 'God help him! said Mr. Naseby; that last night Master Dick had not come in, and to- day he had driven away in the phaeton with the young lady 'Young woman, corrected Mr. Naseby.
"Is Lord Ancoats such a mystery?" said Letty, running an inquisitive eye over the black front, sharp nose, and gorgeously bejewelled neck of a somewhat noisy and forbidding old lady sitting on the right hand of the host. Young Naseby's expression in answer rather piqued her. There was a quick flash of something that was instantly suppressed, and the youth said composedly,
She calls it 'getting to the roots of things." "Whose roots has she been delving at this morning?" said Naseby. Betty looked behind her, saw that Lady Kent had gone into the house, and let herself drop into the corner of Naseby's bench with a sigh of fatigue. "One feels as though one were a sort of house-dog tussling with a burglar.
But humanity has triumphed over clothes; the look, the touch of a dress has become alive; and the woman who stitched herself into these material integuments has now permeated right through and gone out to the tip of her skirt. It was only a black dress that caught Dick Naseby's eye; but it took possession of his mind, and all other thoughts departed. He drew near, and the girl turned round.
In another moment he was making his way slowly back to her. "Ah, there's Tressady! Now for news." The remark was Naseby's. He and Lady Madeleine were, as it happened, inspecting the very French pictures that the girl had just refused to look at in Ancoats's company. But now they hurried back to the main drawing-room where the Tressadys were already surrounded by an eager crowd.
Naseby's face; the junction did not occur to him; his last hope was for Van Tromp's cottage; thither he bade George guide him, and thither he followed, nursing grief, anxiety, and indignation in his heart. 'Here it is, sir, said George stopping. 'What! on my own land! he cried. 'How's this? I let this place to somebody M'Whirter or M'Glashan.
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