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But of all Clover's offerings the one which pleased her most, as showing a close observation of her needs, came from Geoff Templestowe.
Though both were hardened and inflexible villains, the sight of the captive maiden, as well as her excelling beauty, at first appeared to stagger them; but an expressive glance from the Preceptor of Templestowe restored them to their dogged composure; and they delivered, with a precision which would have seemed suspicious to more impartial judges, circumstances either altogether fictitious or trivial, and natural in themselves, but rendered pregnant with suspicion by the exaggerated manner in which they were told, and the sinister commentary which the witnesses added to the facts.
Meanwhile the moment they were out of sight Lionel had turned upon his sister sharply, and angrily. "Moggy, what on earth do you mean by speaking so to Mrs. Templestowe?" "Speaking how? What did I say?" retorted Imogen. "You didn't say anything out of the common, but your manner was most disagreeable. If she hadn't been the best-tempered woman in the world she would have resented it on the spot.
He is so pretty in his picture," sighed Mrs. Templestowe. "That bait would land me if anything could, Lion. By the way, there are some little parcels for them, which I thought perhaps you would make room for, Imogen." "Yes, indeed, I'll carry anything with pleasure. Now I'm afraid we must be going.
I told you America was a sizable place. You'll begin to take in and understand the meaning of the variety show after you once get over there." "It was queer, but do you know I couldn't help rather liking that girl;" confessed Imogen later to Isabel Templestowe. "She was odd, of course, and not a bit English, but you couldn't say she was bad form, and she was so remarkably quick and bright.
"My gracious! why, that's nearly three pounds! Lion! Lion! you ought to have made me listen." "I'm sure I did all I could in that way. But cheer up! You'll want your pins yet. You mustn't confound this place with High Valley. That's sixteen miles off and hasn't a shop." The discussion was brought to end by the stopping of the train. In another moment Geoff Templestowe appeared at the door.
Bones of Brian the Templar? would ye could rise from your grave at Templestowe, and that we might break another spear for honor and and " . . . In a word, his life was intolerable.
Templestowe had wisely put her gifts into small compass. There were two dainty little frocks for her grandson, and a jacket of her own knitting, two pairs of knickerbocker stockings for Geoff, and for Clover a bit of old silver which had belonged to a Templestowe in the time of the Tudors, a double-handled porringer with a coat of arms engraved on its somewhat dented sides.
But there was a fireplace; wood was abundant, so that a cheerful blaze could be had for cool evenings; and the little piazza faced the south, and made a sheltered sitting place on windy days. One pleasant feature of the spot was its nearness to the High Valley. Clarence and Geoff Templestowe thought nothing of riding four miles; and scarcely a day passed when one or both did not come over.
"He would have been a great deal nicer if he had had a pleasanter time at home. It makes such a difference with boys. Now Mr. Templestowe has a lovely mother, I'm sure." "Oh!" was all the reply that Phil would vouchsafe. "How queer people are!" thought little Clover to herself afterward.
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