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With you, fine feeling is the affectation. I have felt it again and again. Explain it now; defend yourself, if you can. Show me that I am wrong, and I will thank you heartily. 'My word, what an arraignment! cried Mrs. Rossall, between amusement at his boldness and another feeling which warmed her cheeks a little. 'But let us pass from broad accusation to particulars.
Miss Hood had wholly forgotten the circumstance. It served, however, for the commencement of a conversation, which went en till Mrs. Rossall, finding the hammock deserted, was guided by the sound of voices to where the two girls and the children sat. In the afternoon there was a setting forth into the country. Mr.
We have the pleasure of knowing her; for she once bore the name of Mrs. Rossall. At half-past five Mrs. Ashley Birks' drawing-room contained some two dozen people, mostly ladies. Two of the gentlemen present are not without interest for us.
Not a soul was up, so I dragged the trunk out on to the landing, and then made the cabman creep upstairs like a burglar to fetch it. Of course he thought I was running away; he enjoyed the joke wonderfully; you should have seen his smile when I paid him at the station. Perhaps you'll let them fetch my luggage before lunch? 'But won't your mother be alarmed? asked Mrs. Rossall. 'Why should she?
Rossall was altogether regardless of possibilities suggested by the abiding beneath the same roof of an impetuous young man, forced into idleness, and a girl who was above the average in mental endowments, whilst, on the whole, she might be considered interesting in appearance.
Athel, having pronounced a grace, mentioned that he thought of running up to town; did anybody wish to give him a commission? Mrs. Rossall looked thoughtful, and said she would make a note of two or three things. 'I haven't much faith in that porridge regimen, Wilf, remarked the master of the house, as he helped himself to chicken and tongue. 'We are not Highlanders.
'You would like some deep, metaphysical reason, but I am not advanced enough for that. I don't suppose I thought much about her at the time, but the face has stayed in my mind. But how old is she? 'Two-and-twenty, said Mrs. Rossall, smiling. 'A year older than myself; my impression was that she was more than that. I think I only saw her once; she was with us at lunch one day.
His anecdotes were seldom remarkable, but they derived interest from the enjoyment with which he told them; they impressed one with a sense of mental satisfaction, of physical robustness held in reserve, of life content among the good things of the world. 'Shall we have lights? Mrs. Rossall asked, when the story at length came to an end. 'Play us something first, said Beatrice.
His father felt he could be of no use, and Mrs. Rossall found a difficulty in approaching her nephew under such circumstances. 'You will telegraph? Mr. Athel said, at the station, by way of expressing himself sympathetically. The train moved away; and the long, miserable hours of travelling had to be lived through.
Perhaps I fail to see the whole matter in the same light as yourselves, but it seems to me that in the step I have taken there is nothing that should cause lasting difference between us. I involve the family in no kind of disgrace that, I suppose, you admit? Mrs. Rossall made no answer. Mr. Athel moved uneasily upon his chair, coughed, seemed about to speak, but in the end said nothing.
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