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"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, in a tone of authority. "What do you want?" "If you are a friend of the late peer's, you ought to know what we want," was the response. "We want our debts paid." "But this is not the place to come to," returned Mr. Carlyle; "your coming here flocking in this extraordinary manner, will do no good. You must go to Warburton & Ware."
So if you are a Liberal, let it be simply for the moment, so that you can make a better bargain for your Royalism." Lucien fell under the charm of the noble peer's arguments; the salons from which he had been exiled for ever, as he thought, but a few months ago, would shortly open their doors for him! He was delighted.
These were interspersed by an engraving of Lord Mauleverer, the lieutenant of the neighbouring county, looking extremely majestical in his peer's robes; and by three typifications of Faith, Hope, and Charity, ladies with whom it may be doubted if the gay earl ever before cultivated so close an intimacy.
Then he came forward and laid a hand kindly on Peer's shoulder. "My dear boy that is out of the question." A shiver went through Peer. Had he done something wrong again? "See here, my boy have you considered that there may be others of that name in this same place?" "Yes but "
We've had the complaint of a doctor's wife, now hear the moans of a peer's daughter. Our house is so overrun with visitors; and literally to-day I have come to you for a little solitude. 'Solitude! exclaimed Mrs. Gibson. 'Would you rather be alone? slightly aggrieved. 'No, you dear silly woman; my solitude requires a listener, to whom I may say, "How sweet is solitude."
We knew who it was that Peer's mother had wanted him to marry; we knew the Hagbo family in and out, and their history for generations past. When the magistrate came to the parsonage to institute the preliminary inquiry, the murder was merely an inexhaustible theme of conversation.
The big straight collar reached to his occiput; his star of the Legion of Honour was all dented; his embroidery was rusty and dull. Count de Lagrange, an old beau, wore a white spangled waistcoat, black silk breeches, white, or rather pink, stockings; shoes with buckles on them, a sword at his side, a black dress coat, and a peer's hat with white plumes in it.
"But near relations surely you must have a brother or sister somewhere in the world?" "Ah, if one only had! Though, after all, one can get on without." She looked at him searchingly, as if trying to see whether he spoke in earnest. Then she said: "Do you know that mother dreamed of you before you came?" "Of me?" Peer's eyes opened wide. "What did she dream about me?"
"My Lord, when we sat the other night round Riccabocca's hearth, when I heard her speak, and observed you listen, I said to myself, from such knowledge of human nature as comes, we know not how, to us poets, I said, 'Harley L'Estrange has looked long and wistfully on the heavens, and he now hears the murmur of the wings that can waft him towards them. And then I sighed, for I thought how the world rules us all in spite of ourselves, and I said, 'What pity for both, that the exile's daughter is not the worldly equal of the peer's son! And you too sighed, as I thus thought; and I fancied that, while you listened to the music of the wing, you felt the iron of the chain.
Those strange fanatics who ostentatiously mortify themselves, inwardly and outwardly, with health biscuits and health garments, battened aggressively on the new food. Earnest, spectacled young men devoured it on the steps of the National Liberal Club. A bishop who did not believe in a future state preached against the poster, and a peer's daughter died from eating too much of the compound.
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