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"If I saw you throwing away your whole future for nothing better than a fancy," said Goupil, with a warmth which might even have deceived his master, "I would break your doll as Varney served Amy Robsart in 'Kenilworth. Your wife must be a d'Aiglement or a Mademoiselle du Rouvre, and get you made a deputy. My future depends on yours, and I sha'n't let you commit any follies."
They saw the sitting-room door open, and Miss Robsart came out. 'Then I will send you my references tomorrow morning. I shall prefer to do so. Good morning. 'Margot, show this lady out. It was their father who spoke, and Margot moved down the passage slowly.
Yet so it is; this fellow of yours hath seduced the daughter of a good old Devonshire knight, Sir Hugh Robsart of Lidcote Hall, and she hath fled with him from her father's house like a castaway. My Lord of Leicester, are you ill, that you look so deadly pale?" "No, gracious madam," said Leicester; and it required every effort he could make to bring forth these few words.
The melancholy thoughts of Tressilian cast a gloomy shade on all the objects with which he was surrounded. He compared the magnificent scenes which he here traversed with the deep woodland and wild moorland which surrounded Lidcote Hall, and the image of Amy Robsart glided like a phantom through every landscape which his imagination summoned up.
Who was it that took the obscure Amy Robsart, the daughter of an impoverished and dotard knight the destined bride of a moonstruck, moping enthusiast, like Edmund Tressilian, from her lowly fates, and held out to her in prospect the brightest fortune in England, or perchance in Europe? Why, man, it was I as I have often told thee that found opportunity for their secret meetings.
"It is the way in all such cases; and I judge it must have been so in your instance, from the heavy sigh you uttered even now." "The case was different, mine host. My suit was highly approved by the generous Sir Hugh Robsart; it was his daughter who was cold to my passion." "She was the more dangerous enemy of the two," said the innkeeper. "I fear me your suit proved a cold one."
Ah me! the flower and blossom of your house, The wind hath blown away to other towers. The ancient seat of Lidcote Hall was situated near the village of the same name, and adjoined the wild and extensive forest of Exmoor, plentifully stocked with game, in which some ancient rights belonging to the Robsart family entitled Sir Hugh to pursue his favourite amusement of the chase.
But when at late evening Sir Lewis Robsart rode up to the hotel, and a hush went along with him, for all knew that he would never have left his King alive, Catherine's composure gave way.
The children clapped their hands. 'She's coming, and we won't have to go to school. 'I'll keep you with me this winter, but I shall really have to take an extra room for my writing; this one sitting-room will never hold us all. A few letters with references passed between Miss Robsart and Mr.
In the afternoon they drove into the town with her and helped to choose a pretty invalid couch for the eldest Miss Robsart. 'I shall have it put in the window ready for her, Lady Isobel said. 'And she can lie on it and paint her pretty pictures, Bobby.
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