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Conflicting emotions struggled within her ample bosom namely, regret at leaving that thrice happy sofa, and satisfaction that others should behold the glory thereon so visibly enthroned. "How d'ye do, Mrs. Porcher? How d'ye do, Miss Hart?" she said. "Very kind of you to come and call. Only a few friends as yet, but perhaps that's just as pleasant this warm afternoon. Dr.

So there was nothing for it, as the great Eliza perceived, but to retire to the drawing-room, and Mrs. Porcher happened to be out note the hour and, with the door discreetly half open, await the descent of the intruder from the floor above. "I can just catch darling Peachie, too," she said to herself, "and draw her aside.

There is your razor, sir, and I appreciate your courtesy." It was beautifully sharpened, and I bought a box of the Stropine and asked him who the lady was. "Mrs. Porcher Brewton!" he exclaimed. "Have you never met her socially? Why she why she is the most intellectual lady in Bee Bayou." "Indeed!" I said.

I met with your good husband in the street just now, and he encouraged me to look in on you. Good-day to you, Miss Hart. All is well, I trust, with our excellent friend Mrs. Porcher. Ah! and here is Miss Serena Lovegrove. An unexpected piece of good fortune." Promptly Serena had emerged from her self-imposed exile; and it was with an air of assured proprietorship that she greeted the clergyman.

Throughout all, she said, 'my conscience tells me I have done my duty, and in that I must find my reward. Very affecting, was it not?" "Yes," the other lady admitted, candour and natural goodness of heart getting the better alike of resentment and diplomacy. "I always have maintained there were many sterling qualities in Mrs. Porcher." "So there are, the sweet pet!" Eliza responded warmly.

He showed in a second the contortions of Harry Weston in drawing the bow, and in another the grimaces of Henry Hope, the choir man, in producing bass notes, or the swelling majesty of Randall Porcher, the cross-bearer, till it really seemed as if he had shown off the humours of at least a third of the enormous household.

I asked first if Sir Percival was at the Park, and receiving a reply in the negative, inquired next when he had left it. Neither of the women could tell me more than that he had gone away in the summer. I could extract nothing from Margaret Porcher but vacant smiles and shakings of the head.

"Never touched me, Bert, by a couple of inches wurra." But there the would-be ferocious animal paused, squatted upon its haunches, pointing its finger dramatically towards the front door, thus causing the whole company to wheel round and gaze nervously in the direction indicated. "Oh, Mr. Iglesias, how you did startle me!" Mrs. Porcher cried plaintively, laying her hand upon her heart.

I should be very hurt if you got into the habit of frequenting their society much, Georgie. But there, I'm sure I cannot tell what is coming to all the women nowadays! You don't seem as if you could be safe with any one of them. To think of a middle-aged person like Mrs. Porcher, for instance, taking up with that little snip of a Farge, and she old enough to be his mother!"

A hush fell on the company, broken only by the drifting sob of the rain through the branches of the great cedar. Mr. Farge went perceptibly pale. Mrs. Porcher sighed and turned her fine eyes up to the ceiling. Iglesias looked curiously at the speaker. Eliza Hart was the first to find voice. "Pray, Mr. Smyth," she said, "don't be so very unpleasant.

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