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Updated: June 15, 2025
Patience! was the word she would have uttered in her detection of the one frailty in his nature which this hurrying of her off her feet opened her eyes to with unusual perspicacity. Still she leaned to him sufficiently to admit that he had grounds for a deep disturbance of his feelings. He said: 'I go to Dr. Shrapnel's cottage, and don't know how to hold up my head before Miss Denham.
Wardour-Devereux could not stay longer than a certain number of hours under a roof where tobacco was in evil odour. From her friend Louise, his wife, Cecilia learnt that Mr. Lydiard had been summoned to Dr. Shrapnel's bedside, as Mrs. Devereux knew by a letter she had received from Mr.
Shrapnel's letter touching a passion to be overcome; necessarily therefore a passion that was vanquished, and the fullest and bravest explanation of his shifting treatment of her: nor would she condescend to urge that her lover would have said he loved her when they were at Steynham, but for the misery and despair of a soul too noble to be diverted from his grief and sense of duty, and, as she believed, unwilling to speak to win her while his material fortune was in jeopardy.
Cecilia looked the loveliest of women to Beauchamp's eyes, with her blush, and the letters of Dr. Shrapnel in her custody, at her express desire. Certain terms in the letters here and there, unsweet to ladies, began to trouble his mind. 'By the way, colonel, he said, 'you had a letter of Dr. Shrapnel's read to you by Captain Baskelett. 'Iniquitous rubbish!
Shrapnel's welcome to a friend of Captain Beauchamp, she observed the greeting between Miss Denham and the younger gentleman. It reassured her. They met like two that have a secret. The dreaded doctor was an immoderately tall man, lean and wiry, carelessly clad in a long loose coat of no colour, loose trowsers, and huge shoes.
The day closed with a comfortable fight or two in by-quarters of the town, probably to prove that an undaunted English spirit, spite of fickle Fortune, survived in our muscles. Mr. Tuckham found his way to Dr. Shrapnel's cottage to see his kinsman on the day after the election.
Still, as a man of progress, he declared his belief that we English would ultimately turn out the best cooks, having indubitably the best material. 'Our incomprehensible political pusillanimity' was the one sad point about us: we had been driven from surrender to surrender. 'Like geese upon a common, I have heard it said, Miss Halkett assisted him to Dr. Shrapnel's comparison. Mr.
Her antipathy attributed something electrical to the light they shot. Dr. Shrapnel's account of Nevil stated him to have gone to call on Colonel Halkett, a new resident at Mount Laurels, on the Otley river. Rosamund suggested that he might stay late at Mount Laurels. 'Then he will arrive here after nightfall, said the doctor. 'A bed is at your service, ma'am. The offer was declined.
And, Miss Halkett, can you tell me how it was that my name that I became involved? I cannot imagine the circumstances which would bring me forward in this unhappy affair. Cecilia replied: 'The occasion was, that Captain Beauchamp so scornfully contrasted the sort of injury done by Dr. Shrapnel's defence of a poacher on his uncle's estate, with the severe chastisement inflicted by Mr.
As for love, let him come to his Rosamund for love, and appreciation, adoration! Rosamund drew nigh to her hour of peril with this torch of her love of Beauchamp to illuminate her. There had been a difficulty in getting him to go. One day Cecilia walked down to Dr. Shrapnel's with Mr. Tuckham, to communicate that the Esperanza awaited Captain Beauchamp, manned and provisioned, off the pier.
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