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Roxholm broke forth to the man nearest to him, one not of the party, but evidently one who found it diverting; "good God! Can they not restrain themselves before a child? Let them be decent for his mere youth's sake! The lad is not thirteen." The man started and stared at him a moment with open mouth, and then burst into a loud guffaw of laughter.
Live soberly and do honest work and bring to me what is worthy of inspection. You need not starve unless 'tis your wish." "My lord Marquess," cried the man; "your noble lordship," and he made as if he would fall upon his knees. Roxholm made a gesture towards the picture, still in its place upon the crazy chair. "I told you that was no daub," he said.
'There is not one of ye, she says, 'not one among ye who is man and big enough! Such impudence was never yet in woman born! And the worst on't is, she is right damn her! she's right." "Yes," said my Lord Dunstanwolde with a clouded face. "'Tis a Man who would win her young and beautiful and strong strong!" "She needs a master!" cried Twemlow. "Nay," said Roxholm "a mate."
And she snatched her hat off with an oath and sat there as straight as a dart, but in a fury and winding her coils up, with her cheeks as scarlet as her coat and cursing like a young vagabond stable-boy between her teeth." Dunstanwolde moved suddenly and almost overset his glass, but Roxholm took his up and drained it with an unmoved countenance.
"The gentleman who owns this picture when the young lady comes up to town that the world may behold her," he said, "will be a proud man." "No gentleman would have the right to keep it if he had not her permission," said Roxholm and he said it without lightness. "Most gentlemen would keep it whether she would or no," answered the painter. "Catch Langdon or Wyse giving it up," says Tom.
"The Partition Treaty and the needs of the Great Alliance call for the breeding of them. You will marry?" "My house is an old one," replied Roxholm, "and if I live I shall be its chief." My lord cast a glance about the apartment. It was a gala day and there were many lovely creatures near, laughing, conversing, coquetting, bearing themselves with dignity, airiness, or sweet grace.
"She will rage and rap out oaths like a trooper, but if Jeof Wildairs is the man he used to be, he will make her obey him, if he chooses or he will break her back." "'Twould be an awful battle," said Roxholm, "between a will like hers and such a brute as he, should her choice not be his." "Ay, he is a great blackguard," commented Twemlow, coolly enough.
There were those who were delighted to leave the Court itself to visit Roxholm or Camylott or some other of his domains. Men who loved hunting and out-of-door life found entertainment on the estates of a man who was the most splendid sportsman of his day, whose moors and forests provided the finest game and his stables the finest horses in England.
He was not of the build or stateliness of Lord Roxholm, and much younger, but was as much older than his years in sin as the other was in unusual acquirement. He was a slender and exquisitely built youth, with perfect features, melting blue eyes, and rich fair hair which, being so beautiful, he disdained to conceal with any periwig, however elaborate and fashionable.
'Tis wicked that one man should have so much to give to one woman." 'Twas but a week before Roxholm left his kinsman's house, that they spent a day together hunting with a noted pack over the borders of Gloucestershire. The sport was in a neighbourhood where the gentry were hunting-mad, and chased foxes as many days of the week as fortune and weather favoured them.
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