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I've written this paragraph to go into the papers to-morrow morning: 'The Duchess of Snowdon, accompanied by Lady Eglington, left London last night for the Mediterranean via Calais, to be gone for two months or more. That is simple and natural. I'll see Eglington. He must make no fuss. He thinks she has gone to Hamley, so the butler says. There, it's all clear.
Snowdon was within earshot of her raised voice. With a frown my lady laid her hand on her daughter's lips, saying coldly, "I do not forget, and I religiously discharge my every obligation by every care and comfort it is in my power to bestow. You are young, romantic, and tender-hearted. You think you must give your time and health, must sacrifice your future happiness to this duty.
The King went, with his fleet, to the coast of Wales, where, so encompassing Llewellyn, that he could only take refuge in the bleak mountain region of Snowdon in which no provisions could reach him, he was soon starved into an apology, and into a treaty of peace, and into paying the expenses of the war.
She forgot all about the beer-jug that was waiting, and, after a brief but obvious struggle with timidity, said in an uncertain voice: 'Has somebody been asking for that name, sir? 'Yes, they have, the barman answered, in surprise. 'Why? My name's Snowdon, sir Jane Snowdon. She reddened over all her face as soon as she had given utterance to the impulsive words.
Snowdon looks as if she needed air to revive her roses, and the pony carriage is just the thing for her, so I will cheerfully resign my seat to her," he answered laughing, as he forced himself from his mother's hand. "Take the girls in the clarence. We all want a breath of air, and you are the best whip we know. Be gallant and say yes, dear." "No, thank you, Tavie, that won't do.
Snowdon stepped forward to the edge of the shadow in which they stood, as if to confront the apparition alone. Out of the darkness it came, and in the full radiance of the light it paused. Mrs. Snowdon, being nearest, saw the face first, and uttering a faint cry dropped down upon the stone floor, covering up her eyes.
Snowdon and he were accustomed to smoke their pipes whilst conversing, but this evening Sidney dispensed with tobacco. It was very quiet here. Just now no infant wailing came from the Byasses' regions. Kirkwood enjoyed a sense of restfulness, intenser, perhaps, for the momentary disappointment he had encountered.
Headley!" cried Lucia. "Is he not mad, Major Campbell, quite mad?" "I know I am mad, my dear Mrs. Vavasour; I have been so a long time: but Snowdon ponies are in their sober senses, and I shall take one of them." "Fulfil the old pun? Begin beside yourself, and end beside your horse! I am sure he is not strong enough to sit over those rocks.
The statement that a mountain is 15,000 feet high is, by itself, little more impressive, than that it is 3,000; we want something more before we can mentally compare Mont Blanc and Snowdon.
Snowdon listened attentively, and at length, with a slight smile; he seemed to find pleasure in the young man's way of expressing himself. When silence ensued, he looked about absently for a moment; then, meeting Sidney's eyes, said in a grave voice: 'That poor child is very ill. 'Ill? I'm sorry to hear it. 'The reason I've come to you, Mr.
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