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It looked as if he were about to make a rash plunge, because he would not have much money left when he had carried out his plans. However, he could guard against the worst risks and on the whole imagined the venture ought to pay. Some weeks later, Osborn sent for him and on reaching Tarnside he was shown into the library. Mrs.
He looked around the room and at the people in it. He had been familiar with many such interiors and situations, being the kind of man who officiated at weddings but never in the principal part. "Poor old Osborn!" he thought. "Another good man down and out!" He looked at the girl, decked by Art and Nature for her natural conquest.
Later, much later, when the evening's delights had gone by in soft procession, they went to other delights. Osborn brushed Marie's hair with the tortoise shell-back brushes he had given her for a wedding gift, and compared it with the Golden Fleece, the wealth of Sheba, the dust of stars, till she was arrogant with the homage of man and he was drunk with love of her.
The only remedy I can suggest for the existing state of affairs is that all wives of over a year's standing should pack cotton wool in their ears. Eh? That's brains, isn't it? Kindly applaud." "'M ..." said Julia, tightening her lips. "Osborn entered marriage with the most exalted expectations," Rokeby went on. "So did Marie." "I assure you I never knew a chap more in love." "Nor I a girl."
"I'll spend to-morrow looking over your things. I daresay you want repairs throughout." "You're a darling. I believe I've wanted you to look after me. But don't stew in over my mending all day. Run into town and lunch with me." "I'll be delighted, Osborn." "We must have a beano one evening, quite soon. You'd like it?" "I'd love it." He smiled affectionately, pressing her hand.
Osborn, who was aloft, saw from that point a curious scene. The Pagoda Rebels ran out of it as soon as we began to fire, and found themselves tumbling into the arms of the Imperialists. We passed this morning a narrow rocky passage, otherwise the navigation has been easy. Six P.M. Anchored off Tunglow, a walled town, nicely situated on the river.
Then was brought forth the marriage certificate, fairly engrossed in the bridegroom's own hand, and many names of those present were affixed, after which it was read aloud. This being done, and kindly greetings offered, Richard and Roby Osborn drove back to their home. The wedding was well furnished with guests, and four fat turkeys graced the board that day."
He went out and Osborn, who felt limp now the strain had slackened, leaned back heavily in his chair and looked at his wife. "The fellow is a working farmer, but he struck just the right note. Well, he has beaten me, and it's easier to be beaten by him than I thought. But he states he's coming back " "Yes," said Mrs. Osborn. "I think he means to ask for Grace." Osborn knitted his brows.
Kit waited, conscious of some suspense, for he doubted if Osborn's pride was quite humbled yet. He did not want to humble him, but, for the sake of Grace and her mother, did not mean to let him wreck his plans. After a few moments Osborn looked up. "It is a hard choice, but you have taken the proper line and I'm resigned," he said.
Friday again, and late in the day, and Bob Lanier's arrest lacked but a few hours of its first full week, and Bob was in bandages and bed in a sunny room of the hospital. Ennis, after a long night in saddle and a short "spat" with the colonel, was taking a much needed nap. Stannard and his wife had gone down to Doctor Mayhew's to meet Mrs. Osborn, who had come to spend the afternoon.
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