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Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how great and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in thrall the free and the bond, the simple swain and the polished coxcomb, the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer years. But indeed, sir, I wander from the point. How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys.
was, in the midst of a company, distributing the cakes and bannocks with maidenly grace; and many a swain that night was glad, while "He quhissilit and he pypit baith, To mak her blyth that meeting My hony heart, how says the sang, There sall be mirth at oor greeting."
I looked at Godfrey quickly. "No, I forgot them," he said. "They're over in the library at Elmhurst," he added to Swain. "You can get them to-morrow." "I shall have to be there to-morrow, then?" "Yes, at the inquest; I've promised to produce you there," I said. "At what time?" "You'd better be there by ten." "Very well; that's all the more reason for getting back to my base of supplies.
"Oh, Archduke this, and Grand Duke that, and His Serene Highness the other. I have a wretched memory for names." "And my name, too, will soon escape you, perhaps?" "No. Oh, no. I shall always remember yours. You see, I was in love with you. You deceived me into loving you..." She sighed. "Oh, had you but been as strong as I thought you... Still, a swain the more. That is something."
Patty and I were romping beside the back wall when suddenly a stiff little figure in a starched frock appeared through the trees in the direction of the house, followed by Master Will Fotheringay in his visiting clothes. I laugh now when I think of that formal meeting between the two little ladies. There was no time to hoist Miss Swain over the wall, or to drive Miss Manners back upon the house.
Swain was soon deep in his own thoughts; and, I must confess, that, after the first excitement, I began to find the affair a little wearying. Another man's love-affair is usually wearying; and, besides that, the glimpse which I had caught of Marjorie Vaughan made me think that she was worthy of a bigger fish than Swain would ever be.
And then as the blue-jackets closed around him, Jim Swain turned. "Goodbye, dad, and say goodbye to Em for me." "Poor old man!" said Fenton to himself, as the party marched along the narrow, sandy track. "Hang me, if I wouldn't be pleased to see the fellow escape."
Natalie de Santos gives freely, amply. The maid bides her time for a great demand. She can wait. A rare feminine genius is Natalie de Santos. The steady self-poise of her nature prevents even a breath of scandal. Frank, daring, and open in her pleasures, she individualizes no swain, she encourages no one sighing lover. Her name needs no defence save the open record of her social life.
"At an arbour in one corner of the grounds," I answered. "Then we'll start from there and take a quiet look for him. Wait here for me a minute." He melted into the darkness, and I stood holding on to the ladder as though in danger of falling, and staring at the top of the wall, where I had last seen Swain. An hour and a half had passed since then....
Now it is for you to acquiesce. After all, what claim have you upon her?" "I admit that I have no claim," I said, more calmly. "But there is one who has a claim, and to whom she is bound to listen." "You refer, no doubt, to that misguided young man who is now in prison." "I refer to Frederic Swain, yes," I retorted hotly. "It is true he is in prison. And how did he get there?
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