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Rosey's arm only tightened around his own. Her eyes sought his. "And you didn't find anything?" she said. The question sounded so oddly like Sleight's, that Renshaw returned a little stiffly: "I didn't look." "Why?" asked Rosey simply. "Because," stammered Renshaw, with an uneasy consciousness of having exaggerated his sentiment, "it didn't seem honorable; it didn't seem fair to you."
And now you have the explanation of the title of this chapter, and know wherefore Thomas Newcome never sat in Parliament. Where are our dear old friends now? Where are Rosey's chariots and horses? Where her jewels and gewgaws? Bills are up in the fine new house.
Half annoyed at his familiarity, yet not altogether displeased by this illustration of Rosey's belief of his preference, Renshaw wonderingly accompanied him. Nott closed the door, and pushing the young man into a chair, deliberately seated himself at the table opposite.
This little thing, sir," James went on, holding Rosey's pretty little hand and looking fondly in her pretty little face, "is her old uncle's only comfort in life. I wish I had had her out to India to me, and never come back to this great dreary town of yours. But I was tempted home by Tom Newcome; and I'm too old to go back, sir. Where the stick falls let it lie.
'Yes, Lady Racial mayn't a woman have secrets? Dorothy put it with great natural earnestness, and they all laughed aloud. 'But I know a secret of Rosey's, continued Miss Dorothy, 'and if she tells upon me, I shall tell upon her. 'They're out! cried Rose, pointing her whip at the wickets. 'Good night to Beckley! Tom Copping 's run out.
Mackenzie, standing at Honeyman's window, with her arm round Rosey's waist, viewed this arrival perhaps with envy. "My dear Mr. Honeyman, whose are those beautiful horses?" cries Rosey, with enthusiasm. The divine says with a faint blush "It is ah it is Mrs. Sherrick and Miss Sherrick who have done me the favour to come to luncheon." "Wine-merchant. Oh!" thinks Mrs.
And you look more like a gentleman sitting in his own ship you know, looking over his bills and getting ready to give his orders." Vague and general as Miss Rosey's compliment was, it had its full effect upon her father, who was at times dimly conscious of his hopeless rusticity and its incongruity with his surroundings.
At the moment it seemed impossible that any human intelligence could have suspected deceit or duplicity in Rosey's clear gaze. But Mr. Nott's intelligence was superhuman. "I was sayin' that Mr. Ferrieres didn't happen in while the young feller was there eh?" "No, father," answered Rosey, with an effort to follow him out of the pages of her book. "Why?" But Mr. Nott did not reply.
I was looking at the difference of their colour at Uncle Honeyman's that day of the dejeuner. The shadows in Rosey's face, sir, are all pearly-tinted. You ought to paint her in milk, sir!" cries the enthusiast. "Have you ever remarked the grey round her eyes, and the sort of purple bloom of her cheek?
If a stray curl was lying loose on Rosey's cheek, and a long hair had caught in Renshaw's button, it was owing to the roughness of the way; and if in the tones of their voices and in the glances of their eyes there was a maturer seriousness, it was due to the dim uncertainty of the path they had traveled, and would hereafter tread together. When Mr.
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