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Hanmer so runs his report enters the great drawing-room to find Miss Quiney stretched on the sofa, her face buried in cushions, and Mrs. Harry standing erect and confronting two ladies of forbidding aspect. "In brief," concluded Mr. Hanmer, "she sent me for you." "To confront them with her?
"Present me, please." Little Miss Quiney, turning and running ahead, stammered some words to Lady Caroline, who paid no heed to them or to her but kept her eyeglass lifted and fixed upon Ruth. Miss Diana stood a pace behind her mother's shoulder; Mrs. Harry, after a glance at the girl, turned and made pretence to busy herself with the coffee-table.
One can never be sure of the canaille." "What does that mean?" Captain Vyell explained. The canaille, he said, were the common folk, whose part in this world was to be ruled. Dick perpended. He found this exceedingly interesting the more so because it came, though in a curiously different way, to much the same as Miss Quiney had taught him out of the catechism.
William Farmer, Baron Leimpster, flung at Gwynplaine the insult cast by Ryc Quiney at Shakespeare, "Histrio, mima!" Lord Vaughan, a sententious man, twenty-ninth on the barons' bench, exclaimed, "We must be back in the days when animals had the gift of speech. In the midst of human tongues the jaw of a beast has spoken." "Listen to Balaam's ass," added Lord Yarmouth.
"There is nothing to forgive," Ruth assured her. "They probably told the truth, and the fault is mine." Miss Quiney, incredulous, slowly raised her face from the cushions and stared. "Yes," repeated Ruth, "the fault is entirely mine." "But but," stammered Mrs. Harry. Ruth had turned away towards the window, and the honest wife stared after her, against the light.
The lieutenant bowed stiffly; but it was to be noted that the scar, which had hitherto showed white on a bronzed cheek, now reddened on a pale one. Miss Quiney hesitated. "The gentleman, as a stranger to Boston " "I'll answer for Hanmer, ma'am. You'll get little talk out of him; but, be there lions at large in Boston, Jack Hanmer'll lead you past 'em." "Like Mr.
On the following Wednesday, a while before day-break, he met her on horseback by the gate of Sabines, and they rode forth side by side, ahead of the coach wherein Miss Quiney sat piled about with baggage, clutching in one hand a copy of Baxter's Saint's Everlasting Rest and with the other the ring of a canary-cage.
Micawber, his father, out of a pecuniary slough of despond, in which the ex-High Bailiff of the town was floundering, pursued by the distraint of one of the friendly family of Quiney Adrian Quiney. Indeed, Shakspere's case is the less "out of the way" of the two. He wanted his loan to be repaid, and told his lawyer to bring an action.
He laughed, and catching up a necklace of diamonds from the dressing-table, looped it across her throat, clasped it, leaned over her shoulder and kissed her softly between the ear and the cheek's delicate round. Their eyes met in the mirror. "I invited the Quiney," he said gaily, "to give you a feeling of home among these strange faces. She will not dine with us, though, unless you choose."
Why we landed but a few hours since. They must have galloped." Miss Quiney was sent to offer them refreshment and discover their business. Miss Quiney goes off on her errand. Minutes elapse. After many minutes the servant reappears. "Miss Quiney requests Mrs. Harry's attendance." Mrs. Harry goes. "Women are queer cattle," says Captain Harry sententiously, and talks on.
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