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Things constituted by their buoyancy to float are remarkable for lively bobbings when they are cast upon the waters; and such was the case with Weyburn, until the agitation produced by Mrs. Pagnell left him free to sail away in the society of the steadiest.
'I suspect we 're going to get a drubbing. This fellow here has had his French maitre d'armes. Show me your hand, sir. Weyburn smiled, and extended his right hand, saying: 'The wrist wants exercise. 'Ha! square thumb, flesh full at the nails' ends; you were a bowler at cricket. 'Now examine the palms, my lord; I judge by the lines on the palms, Mrs. Pagnell remarked.
'We shan't be in need of those things? the lady said anxiously. 'One never knows, on the road, aunt. 'Loaded? You wouldn't hesitate to fire; I'm sure. 'At Mr. Morsfield himself, if he attempted to stop me. Mrs. Pagnell withdrew into her astonishment, and presently asked, in a tone of some indignation: 'Why did you mention Mr. Morsfield, Aminta?
Pagnell for a boulder in the stream. Uninformed by malice, she led up to Lord Adderwood's name, and perhaps more designedly spoke of Mr. Morsfield, on whom her profound reading into the female heart of the class above her caused her to harp, as 'a real Antinous, that the ladies might discuss him and Lord Ormont wax meditative. Mrs.
Winds on the great waters against a strong tidal current beat up the wave and shear and wing the spray, as in Aminta's bosom. Only she could know that it was not her heart weeping, though she had grounds for a woman's weeping. But she alone could be aware of her heart's running counter to the tears. Her agitation was untimely. Both Mrs. Pagnell and Mr. Morsfield observed emotion at work.
Nargett Pagnell in the middle of the day, just to taste the favourite he welcomed at home as he championed her abroad. The reasons were numerous and intimate why she pleased him. He liked the woman, enjoyed the cause for battle that she gave. Weyburn, on coming to the luncheon table, beheld a lady with the head of a comely boy, the manner, softened in delicate feminine, of a capital comrade.
"You are very good, ma'am," said the ghost of the determined young gentleman. "A slight cold, have you?" Mrs. Pagnell asked solicitously. "Dear me, no!" he gave answer with a cleared throat.
Pagnell cried, upon entering the small inn parlour; and so genuine was her satisfaction that for a time she paid no heed to the stuffiness of the room, the meanness of the place, the unfitness of such a hostelry to entertain ladies the Countess of Ormont! 'Eat here? Mrs. Pagnell asked, observing the preparations for the meal. Her pride quailed, her stomach abjured appetite.
'Goes at it like a Spaniard; though Spaniards in Paris have been found wary enough. My lord hummed. 'Fellow looks as if he would easily lose his head over steel. 'He can be dangerous. The word struck on something, and rang. Mrs. Lawrence had a further murmur within her lips. Her travelling eye met Aminta's and passed it. 'But not dangerous, surely, if the breast is padded? said Mrs. Pagnell.
Pagnell, so she capped it and partook of the infusion ruefully. 'But the bread is really good, she said, 'and we are unlikely to be seen leaving the place by any person of importance. 'Unless Mr. Morsfield should be advised to return this way, said Aminta. Her aunt proposed for a second cup.
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