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Hal Battlebury, who, could he only survey the Waring mansion from the lower floor to the roof, would behold his handsome flowers that came on Wednesday withering in cold ceremony upon the parlor-table and in Amy Waring's bureau-drawer would see the little book she received from "her friend Lawrence Newt" treasured like a priceless pearl, with a pressed rose laid upon the leaf where her name and his are written a rose which Lawrence Newt playfully stole one evening from one of the ceremonious bouquets pining under its polite reception, and said gayly, as he took leave, "Let this keep my memory fragrant till I return."
He drifted and tacked about the table for some time, and finally sailed into the port toward which he had been steering an empty chair by Mr. Dinks. They said, good-evening. Mr. Dinks added, with a patronizing air, "I presume you are not often at dinners of this kind, Mr. Newt?" "No," replied Abel; "I usually dine on veal and spring chickens." "Oh!" said Mr.
It was the vision of a moment; but in the attitude, the tone, the whole impression, Hope Wayne instinctively felt treachery. "Yes, let us go in!" she said to Lawrence Newt, as she rose calmly. Abel had passed. He could no more have stopped and shaken hands with Hope Wayne than he could have sung like a nightingale.
While Henry was chafing with anxiety in Paris, the ambassadors, having received Barneveld's instructions dated 31st March, set forth on the 8th April from the Hague, reached Rotterdam at noon, and slept at Dordrecht. Newt day they went to Breda, where the Prince of Orange insisted upon their passing a couple of days with him in his castle, Easter-day being 11th April.
For the group of friends still met. They talked of poetry still. They talked of many things, and perhaps thought of but a few. The pleasure to all of them was evident enough; but it seemed more perplexed than formerly. Hope Wayne felt it. Amy Waring felt it. Arthur Merlin felt it. But not one of them could tell whether Lawrence Newt felt it.
Fink-Nottle, he supplied Miss Bassett with very full and complete information not only with respect to the common newt, but also the crested and palmated varieties.
A mingled expression of pain, indignation, passionate regret, and resignation suddenly glittered on the face of Mrs. Simcoe. "Mr. Newt, Mr. Newt," said she, hurriedly, in a thick voice, "let us at least respect the dead!" Lawrence Newt, still holding the miniature in his hand, looked surprised and searchingly at his companion. A lofty pity shot into his eyes. "Could I speak of her otherwise?"
Newt, of Tiverton, Squire Blundel, and Major Worth, in the neighbourhood of that place, who, being all his particular friends, were very glad to see him return, and treated him very handsomely. Major Worth took a hunting with him: but he soon found an opportunity of slipping away, and directed his steps to his own parish of Bickley.
Dinks, née Newt, a name which I delight to pronounce," said Gabriel, striking in before May could reply, with the lightest tone and the soberest face in the world, "which instructs us to answer a fool according to his folly." Fanny was really confounded.
Has the silly shepherd waked up?" "My dear Arthur," said Mr. Newt, gravely, "I told you long ago that he was dead to all that heavenly splendor." The two men gazed steadfastly at each other without speaking. At length Arthur said, in a low voice, "Dead?" "Dead."
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