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'Dear old tree! she said, in a music of elegy: and to Weyburn: 'Looks like a stump of an arm lopped off a shoulder in bandages. Nature does it so. All the tenants doing well, Rowsley? 'About the same amount of trouble with them. 'Ours at Olmer get worse. 'It's a process for the extirpation of the landlords. 'Then down goes the country. 'They 've got their case, their papers tell us.
'No place on earth is equal to Steignton for me. It 's got the charm. Here at Olmer I'm a mother and a grandmother the "devil of an old-woman" my neighbours take me to be. She hasn't been to Steignton, either. No, and won't go there, though she's working her way round, she supposes. He'll do everything for his "Aminta," but he won't take her to Steignton. I'm told now she's won Lady de Culme.
'No place on earth is equal to Steignton for me. It 's got the charm. Here at Olmer I'm a mother and a grandmother the "devil of an old-woman" my neighbours take me to be. She hasn't been to Steignton, either. No, and won't go there, though she's working her way round, she supposes. He'll do everything for his "Aminta," but he won't take her to Steignton. I'm told now she's won Lady de Culme.
I 'll tell you: my Olmer doctor that 's an impudent fellow who rode by staring into my carriage. The window's down. He could see without pushing his hat in. Weyburn looked out after a man cantering on. 'A Mr. Morsfield, he said. 'I thought it was he when I saw him go by. I've met him at the fencing-rooms. He 's one of the violent fencers, good for making his point, if one funks an attack.
I was telling you, my Olmer doctor forbade horse-riding, and my husband raised a noise like one of my turkeycocks on the wing; so I 've given up the saddle, to quiet him. I guessed. I went yesterday morning to my London physician. He sounded me, pushed out his mouth and pulled down his nose, recommended avoidance of excitement. "Is it heart?" I said. He said it was heart.
Philippa's occasional scoff in fun concerning 'grandmama's tutor, hurt Lady Charlotte for more reasons than one, notwithstanding the justification of her fore-thoughtfulness. The girl, however, was privileged; she was Bobby Benlew's dearest friend, and my lord loved the boy; with whom nothing could be done at school, nor could a tutor at Olmer control him.
The ceremony over, he pitched a bugle voice to fit the contracted area: "I hear from Mr. Abner that you have made acquaintance with Olmer. Good hunting country there." "Lady Charlotte kindly gave me a mount, my lord." "I knew your father by name Colonel Sidney Weyburn. You lost him at Toulouse. We were in the Peninsula; I was at Talavera with him. Bad day for our cavalry."
Weyburn bowed to his old star in human shape: a grey head on square shoulders, filling the doorway. He had seen at Olmer Lady Charlotte's treasured miniature portrait of her brother; a perfect likeness, she said complaining the neat instant of injustice done to the fire of his look. Fire was low down behind the eyes at present.
The lady's inaccessible and unconquerable obtuseness to exhortation informed the picture with an evil spirit that cried for wrestlings. Regularly every week-day she headed the war now rageing between Olmer and Addicotes, on the borders of the estates. It was open war, and herself to head the cavalry.
'Dead and cut down long since, replied the earl. 'So we go! She bent her steps to the spot: a grass-covered heave of the soil. 'Dear old tree! she said, in a music of elegy: and to Weyburn: 'Looks like a stump of an arm lopped off a shoulder in bandages. Nature does it so. All the tenants doing well, Rowsley? 'About the same amount of trouble with them. 'Ours at Olmer get worse.
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