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With an impatient exclamation Roxmouth suddenly changed the subject; but Longford was satisfied that he had sown a seed, which might, time and circumstances permitting, sprout and grow into a tangible weed or flower. Maryllia meantime had made good her escape from the scene of Sir Morton Pippitt's 'afternoon-tea' festivity.
You want something more irritating than Sir Morton Pippitt's senile snobberies to keep you clean of an overgrowth or an undergrowth of fads! Your powers of endurance are about to be put to the test, and you must come out strong, John! You must not allow yourself to become a querulous old fellow because you cannot always do exactly as you like!"
Pourquoi moques-tu ton esclave Qui sert un destin immortel!" Here a sudden rustle in the leaves on the other side of the hedge startled her, and a curious-looking human head adorned profusely with somewhat disordered locks of red hair perked up enquiringly. Cicely jumped back with an exclamation. "Saint Moses! What is it?" "It is me! Merely me!" and Sir Morton Pippitt's quondam guest, Mr.
And ever and again Sir Morton Pippitt's coarse chuckle, combined with the covert smiles of Sir Morton's 'distinguished' friends, echoed through his mind in connection with the approaching dreaded invasion of Miss Vancourt into the happy quietude of the village of St. Rest, till he experienced a sense of pain and aversion almost amounting to anger.
With a smiling upward and downward glance, she mastered Sir Morton Pippitt's 'striking and jovial personality, his stiffly-carried upright form, large lower chest, close-shaven red face, and pleasantly clean white hair, "The very picture of a Bone-Melter" she thought "He looks as if he had been boiled all over himself quite a nice well- washed old man," her observant eyes flashed over the attenuated form of Julian Adderley with a sparkle of humour, she noticed the careful carelessness of his attire, the artistic 'set' of his ruddy locks, the eccentric cut of his trousers, and the, to himself, peculiar knot of his tie.
Sir Morton Pippitt's 'afternoon teas' were always more or less bewildering and brain-jarring entertainments, where a great many people of various 'sets, in the town of Riversford and the county generally, came together, without knowing each other, or wishing to know each other, where the wife of the leading doctor in Riversford, for example, glowered scorn and contempt on Mrs.
Mandeville Poreham, severely, when she in her turn heard the news "I heard that Miss Vancourt had insisted positively INSISTED on Mr. Walden's visiting her nearly every day, and I trembled for him! MY girls have gone quite crazy about Miss Vancourt ever since they met her at Sir Morton Pippitt's garden-party, but I have NEVER changed my opinion.
"A thousand!" he answered, thinking what a pretty little woman she was, as he spoke. "Well don't even if they want you to do so, don't bring Lord Roxmouth or Mr. Marius Longford back to the Manor. They are Sir Morton Pippitt's friends and guests they are not mine!" A faint flicker of surprise passed over the aristocratic motor- driver's features, but he made no observation.
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