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"And aren't you going to say good-by to your host and hostess?" "Hostess?" he repeated, puzzled. "Hostesses," she corrected herself, "Mrs. Pomfret and Alice. I thought you had eyes in your head," she added, with a fleeting glance at them. "Is Crewe engaged to Miss Pomfret?" he asked. "Are all men simpletons?" said Victoria. "He doesn't know it yet, but he is."
Spencer was talking of one day that has been brought up by the VILLAINTROPIC SOCIETY, I think they call it?" "Philanthropic Society; yes," said her mistress; "and my brother gives him a high character: I hope he will do very well." "I'm sure I hope so too," observed Mrs. Pomfret; "but I can't say; for my part, I've no great notion of those low people.
Pomfret, searching Victoria's face, while her own brightened. "He's heir to one of the really good titles, and he has an income of his own. I couldn't put him up here, in this tiny box, because I have Mrs. Fronde. We are going to take him to the convention and if you'd care to go, Victoria ?" Victoria laughed. "It isn't as serious as that," she said.
Pomfret; "it is so unusual in America for a gentleman to be willing to undertake such a thing, to subject himself to low criticism, and to have his pure motives questioned. Mr. Crewe has rare courage I have always said so. And we are all going to put our shoulder to the wheel, and help him all we can."
I brought up this here key of the house door for reasons of my own, which I'm sure you'll approve of; but I'm not come to that part of my story yet. I hope you were not disturbed by the noise in the house last night, ma'am." "I heard no noise." "I am surprised at that, though," continued Mrs. Pomfret, and proceeded to give a most ample account of the fire, of her fears, and her suspicions.
I exclaimed within myself; and scarcely noticed, what struck me on thinking over the scene, that this strange being read these verses as one might fancy a woman would read love-verses addressed to herself. "Those are all written for Alice Oke Alice the daughter of Virgil Pomfret," she said slowly, folding up the papers. "I found them at the bottom of this cabinet.
Votes were taken, "rates were levied," gifts were asked in every town to buy "colour" for the meeting-house. For instance, the new meeting-house in Pomfret, Connecticut, was painted bright yellow; it proved a veritable golden apple of discord throughout the county. Windham town quickly voted that its meeting-house be "coloured something like the Pomfret meeting-house."
"It's probably because you have never learned to be original," she replied. But Hastings had been set to thinking. Mrs. Pomfret, with her foresight and her talent for management, had given the Ladies' Auxiliary notice that they were not to go farther forward than the twelfth row. She herself, with some especially favoured ones, occupied a box, which was the nearest thing to being on the stage.
Then we thus stand: King Henry that reigneth hath no right; and the true King is shut up in Pomfret, or, granting he be dead, is then shut up in Windsor." "Well, Ned?" "Shall we thou and I free young March and his brother and sisters?" "Thou and I!" She was evidently doubtful. Edward took a stronger bolt from his quiver. "Custance, Dickon loves Anne Mortimer." That was a different matter.
"A politician from Newcastle," answered Mr. Crewe, continuing to tap the trees, and without so much as a glance at Alice. "Well, if you're as important as this before you're elected, I can't think what it will be afterwards," Mrs. Pomfret lamented. "Poor dear Humphrey is so conscientious. When can you come, Humphrey?" "Don't know," said Mr.
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