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Sir John Soane was a munificent patron of various public charities, and was even more liberal in his contributions for the advancement of art; he subscribed £1000 to the Duke of York's monument; a similar sum to the Royal British Institution; £750 to the Institute of British Architects; £250 to the Architectural Society, &c.
"And now," said one of the visitors, as the guide concluded, "after thirty centuries of repose, the proud features of this oppressor of the Israelites, little the worse for the lapse of time, are exposed in the great hall of the National Museum in Cairo to the gaze of the rude multitude from whom he desired to be hidden, and his alabaster sarcophagus is admired by visitors in the Soane Museum of London."
The situation of Lyons is beautiful; the site of the town is at the conflux of the Soane and the Rhone; a fine ridge of hills rises behind the city; the innumerable houses which are scattered up and down the heights, the fine variety of wood and cultivation, and the little villages which you discern at a distance in the vallies, give it the appearance of a romantic, yet populous and delightful neighbourhood.
But let us to her! I vow, if she is not civil to you, I'll I'll be cold to her! We left Sir George Soane and his companions stranded in the little alehouse at Bathford, waiting through the small hours of the night for a conveyance to carry them forward to Bristol.
'I? said Soane, staring at him in astonishment and some contempt. 'My good man, what has it to do with me? You got my letter? 'And the draft, Sir George! Mr. Fishwick bowed low. 'Certainly, certainly, sir. Too much honoured. Which, as I understood, put an end to any I mean it not offensively, honoured sir to any connection between us? Sir George nodded.
But Soane, who knew his ways, coolly defeated the manoeuvre by fending him off with his cane; and the Reverend Frederick was reduced to raising his eyes and hands to heaven in token of the joy which filled him at the sight of his old pupil. 'Lord! Sir George, I am inexpressibly happy! he cried. 'My dear sir, my very dear sir, welcome to my poor rooms! This is joy indeed! Gaudeamus! Gaudeamus!
I can bear witness that you did your best not to touch him. 'I did not touch him, Soane muttered. The second looked his astonishment. 'How? he said. 'You don't mean to say that he is not wounded? See there! And he pointed to the blood which dyed the shirt. They were cutting the linen away. 'It was the pistol, Sir George answered. Major Morris's face fell, and he groaned.
The smile she bestowed on him was an April smile, the brighter for the tears that lurked behind it; but Soane did not know that, nor, had he known it, would it have availed him. He was utterly dazzled, conquered, subjugated by her beauty. 'Willingly, he said. 'But for what? 'Oh, for everything! she answered with supreme assurance.
The man was staggering and lurching in the guard's grasp. 'His wife, but she is to Marshfield, nursing her sister, answered one. 'But give him his guinea, Sir George. 'Twill save time maybe. Soane flung it to him. 'There! he said. 'Now speak! 'That'sh better, the man muttered. 'That's talking! Now I'll tell you. You go back to Devizes Corner corner of the road to De-vizes you understand?
But as soon as Sir George's gaze fell on her, her look met his frankly and she smiled; and then again her eyes dropped and studied the road before her, and she blushed in a way Soane found enchanting. He had been going into the town, but he turned and went to her and sat down on the bridge beside her, almost with the air of an old acquaintance.
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