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Updated: July 23, 2025
Surely draperies never did fly like that at least William Hogarth never painted them so. And then really this was too much he, Alexander Runciman, under that roof had presumed to paint a 'Sigismunda weeping over the heart of Tancred, with William's treatment of the same great subject actually in the house! To bed, Widow Hogarth, in a rage.
He, however, did as John Morton had done before, and endeavoured to persuade the poor fellow that he should not alter the whole tenor of his life because a young lady would not look at him. "Good night, Mr. Runciman," said Larry as he made his way down-stairs to the yard. "We've had an uncommon pleasant evening." "I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself, Larry."
Hopkins, after that first letter, the contents of which she had communicated to Reginald Morton, had received various despatches and been asked various questions. Could she find a cook? Could she find two housemaids? And all these were only wanted for a time. In her distress she went to Mrs. Runciman, and did get assistance. "I suppose he thinks he's to have the cook out of my kitchen?"
We are quite ready to start by the next boat, and it is so lonely living at Beechleigh now that Aunt Judith is dead," pleaded Nealie, silencing the others with a wave of her hand. If one of the others had spoken then, Mr. Runciman would certainly have refused, but because of her likeness to the dead he had to give way.
Both say Isaac Runciman was their father." "It is signed with Isaac Runciman's name so I understand. Is it certain that it was signed by Isaac Runciman? May I now see the letter? And the envelope, please! oh, the direction is on the back, of course." He held the letter in front of him, but apparently took very little notice of it.
"I don't know; I suppose he will, for Mr. Runciman would have written to tell him the name of the ship we were coming by," said Nealie; but now there was a dubious note in her tone, for she was trying to remember whether Mr. Runciman had said anything about having written to her father.
Runciman answered correspondents of the Family Herald. "DEAR MADAM, No doubt you and Frank's friends have heard the sad fact of his death here, through his uncle or the lady who took his things. I will write you a few lines, as a casual friend that sat by his death-bed. Your son, Corporal Frank H. , was wounded near Fort Fisher. The wound was in the left knee, pretty bad.
"And Lord Rufford, sir, as I take it," said Runciman, who had been allowed to come up and hear the end of the conversation, "has a right to his own foxes in his own coverts." "Yes, if he could keep them there, my friend. But as it is the nature of foxes to wander away and to be thieves, he has no such right." "Of course, sir, begging your pardon," said Runciman, "I was speaking of England."
It was the first word he had spoken since he had put down young Botsey. "It wouldn't just suit me; but a man has to judge of those things for himself." Then there was a general rejoicing, and Mr. Runciman stood broiled bones, and ham and eggs, and bottled stout for the entire club; one unfortunate effect of which unwonted conviviality was that Mr. Masters did not get home till near twelve o'clock.
Runciman, who had not only been the nurse of all the Avories, but of Mrs. Avory before them, when Mrs. Avory was a slip of a girl named Janet Easton. Runcie was then quite young herself, and why she was suddenly called Mrs. no one ever quite knew, for she had never married. And now she was getting on for sixty, and had not much to do except sympathize with the Avories and reprove the servants.
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