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Try to bear that in mind, you young gentleman," this, genially, to Godfrey Ormiston. "Not half a bad rule to start in life with, to go on as you begin, you know." "Always provided you start right, you know, my dear fellow," Shotover observed, patting the boy's shoulder with his disengaged hand, and looking at the boy's mother with a humorous suggestion of self-depreciation.
"Mother," he piped, his words tumbling one over the other in his eagerness "Mother, I expect it's the same deer that grandpapa was talking about when Lord Shotover came over to tea last Friday, and wanted to know if Honoria wasn't back at Newlands again. And then he and grandpapa yarned, don't you know.
"Is that Shotover House?" he asked as they came to the crest of the last hillock between them and the sea. "At last, Mr. Siward," she said mockingly; "and now your troubles are nearly ended." "And yours, Miss Landis?" "I don't know," she murmured to herself, thinking of the telegram with the faintest misgiving.
She assured Lord Shotover she would rather not dance, that she preferred the attitude of spectator, whereupon that gentleman proposed to her to take sanctuary in a certain ante-chamber, opening off Lady Louisa Barking's boudoir, which was cool, dimly lighted, and agreeably remote from the turmoil of the entertainment now at its height.
And they do pay their debts, you see." "They've always got such a thundering lot of money," Lord Shotover put in. "Don't know how they'd contrive to spend it unless they did pay their debts." "Oh! ah! yes " His father hesitated. It struck him Shotover was a reasonable fellow, very reasonable, and he took the whole matter in a very proper spirit. In short, it was not easy to blow up Shotover.
Lord Fallowfeild knew her, but could not remember her name. "Oh! ah! Shotover," he said, over his shoulder, "I don't want to hurry you, my dear boy, but perhaps it would be as well if you'd just go round to the stables and take a look at the horses."
Things returned to their old way at Miss Tempest's. Her friends never doubted she would now at last commit her plate to her banker's strong room, but they found themselves mistaken: she was convinced that, with such servants and Abdiel, it was safe where it was. The leader of the gang, injured by Clare's water-jug, was soon after captured, and the gang was broken up. Ann Shotover.
There seemed, in fact, little to interest her that summer at Shotover House; and, though she never refused any plans made for her, and her attitude was one of quiet acquiescence always she never expressed a preference for anything, a desire to do anything; and, if let alone, was prone to pace the cliffs or stretch her slim, rounded body on the sand of some little, sheltered, crescent beach, apparently content with the thunderous calm of sea and sky.
Meanwhile, the wealthy master of Black Fells, Beverly Plank, had found encouragement enough at Shotover to venture on tentative informality.
We'd have been away by now if you and this lady had not come just when you did, Shotover." The gentleman addressed whistled very softly. "Would you, though?" he said, adding meditatively: "By George now, who'd have thought of Connie going the pace like that!" "Oh, Shotover, never tell, promise me you will never tell them!" the poor child cried again. "I know it was wicked, but "
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