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Ha! here is military music twenty sossand doors jam on horrid hinge; and right, left, right, left, to it, confound! like dolls all wiz one face. Look at your soldiers, Powys. Put zem on a stage, and you see all background people a bawling chorus. It shows to you how superior it is a stage to life! Hark to such music! I cannot stand it; I am driven away; I am violent; I rage."
The ladies of Brookfield were accustomed to their father's occasional unpremeditated absences, and neither of them had felt an apprehension which she could not dismiss, until one morning Mr. Powys sent up his card to Arabella, requesting permission to speak with her alone. Georgiana Ford would have had little claim among the fair saints to be accepted by them as one of their order.
Because, you wouldn't act like a d d I'm not angry; but it is like acting like a Here's company, Wilfrid; come to me, my boy; do come here. You mayn't ha have your poor old father long, now he's got you u up in the world. I mean accidents, for I'm sound enough; only a little nervous from brain Is he gone?" Wilfrid was then leaving the room. Lady Gosstre had been speaking to Mr. Powys.
The doubt was in Laura whether an Englishman's wits were to be relied on in such an emergency; but she admitted that the doctor had looked full enough of serious meaning, and that the Englishman named Merthyr Powys was keen and ready.
'I would wager a milliard of francs, he muttered. With absolute pathos he related to Mr. Powys the aberrations of the divinely-gifted voice, the wreck which Vittoria strove to become, and from which he alone was striving to rescue her.
To requite this hospitality, Raymond invited the Prince of Powys, with a chosen but limited train, during the ensuing Christmas, to the Garde Doloureuse, which some antiquaries have endeavoured to identify with the Castle of Colune, on the river of the same name. But the length of time, and some geographical difficulties, throw doubts upon this ingenious conjecture.
One cannot help imagining a disguise." "Personally I confess to an objection to gentlemen in disguise," said Lady Gosstre. "Barrett! do you know the man?" She addressed Mr. Powys. "There used to be good quartett evenings given by the Barretts of Bursey," he said.
The idea that the Tinleys strove to catch at her skirts made Arabella spiteful. Up to the threshold of Besworth, Freshfield, Mr. Powys, Tracy, and Arabella kept the wheel of a dazzling run of small-talk, throwing intermittent sparks. "You are anxious to know?" said Arabella, hesitatingly. "To know, dear?" echoed Laura. "There was, I presumed, something you did not hear."
Shortly afterwards, the suburbs of Welshpool were burnt by him, to the great loss of the Earl of Powys; whose annoyance was all the greater, since most of his own tenants were under arms, with Glendower. Following hard upon these pieces of bad news came word that he had fallen upon the Abbey of Cwmhir, six miles from Rhayader, in Radnorshire, which he entirely destroyed.
Then, one day, taking a walk down Bond Street with her son, after having been at Lord's, she noticed Edward suddenly turn his head round to take a second look at a well-dressed girl who had passed them. She wrote about that, too, to Mrs Powys, and expressed some alarm. It had been, on Edward's part, the merest reflex action.
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