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Oh, Lord Tadcaster, you have been so kind to me; so sympathizing. You made me believe you loved my Christopher, too; and now you have spoiled all. It is too cruel." "Oh! Mrs. Staines, do you think me capable of feigning don't you see my love for you has taken you by surprise?
I MUST make money. Turning a brougham into a cab, whatever you may think, is an honest way of making it, and I am not the first doctor who has coined his brougham at night. But if there is a good deal of money to be made by sailing with Lord Tadcaster, of course I should prefer that to cab-driving, for I have never made above twelve shillings a night."
At sight of him in deep mourning, she started, and said, "Oh!" Then she said tenderly, "We are of one color now," and gave him her hand. He sat down beside her, not knowing how to begin. "I am not Tadcaster now. I am Earl of Miltshire." "Ah, yes; I forgot," said she indifferently. "This is my first visit to any one in that character." "Thank you." "It is an awfully important visit to me.
While they were weighing the claret with scientific precision, Tadcaster remonstrated; and, being told it was the doctor's order, he squeaked out, "Confound him! why did not he stay with his wife? She is beautiful." Nor did he give it up without a struggle. "Here's hospitality!" said he. "Six ounces!"
The routed army was pursued to Tadcaster with great bloodshed and confusion, and above thirty-six thousand men are computed to have fallen in the battle and pursuit. Henry and Margaret had remained at York during the action; but, learning the defeat of their army, they fled into Scotland.
But as for Staines, he was a man of forethought, and had a volume ready for his dear wife. Lord Tadcaster wrote to Lady Cicely Treherne. His epistle, though brief, contained a plum or two. He wrote: "What with sailing, and fishing, and eating nothing but roast meat, I'm quite another man."
As for Staines, he had been swinging heavily in his cot; but such was his mental distress that he would have welcomed seasickness, or any reasonable bodily suffering. He was in that state when the sting of a wasp is a touch of comfort. Worn out with sickness, Tadcaster would not move. Invited to breakfast, he swore faintly, and insisted on dying in peace.
The justice of the quorum forced his hat down on his head, crossed his hands on his stomach, which is the height of majesty, and added, "It is decided, Master Nicless; you are to be taken to prison, and put into jail, you and the boy; and this house, the Tadcaster Inn, is to remain shut up, condemned and closed. For the sake of example. Upon which, you will follow us." And Dea!
"My lord, this casket contains two thousand guineas which her gracious Majesty the Queen has sent you for your present wants." Gwynplaine made a movement. "That shall be for my Father Ursus," he said. "So be it, my lord," said Barkilphedro. "Ursus, at the Tadcaster Inn. The Serjeant of the Coif, who accompanied us hither, and is about to return immediately, will carry them to him.
At last this sad pair went down to Plymouth together, there to meet Lord Tadcaster and go on board H.M.S. Amphitrite, lying out at anchor, under orders for the Australian Station. They met at the inn, as appointed; and sent word of their arrival on board the frigate, asking to remain on shore till the last minute. Dr.
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