United States or Botswana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Her face was pretty and intelligent, her well-browned cheeks glowed with the hue of health, her eyes were large and grey, and her black hair, drawn up off her forehead, hung in neat plaits tied with ribbons behind her back. Nelly Trefusis was indeed a good specimen of a young fisher-girl.
"I was just beginning to tell Miss Lindsay," he said, "of an extraordinary thing that has happened during your absence." "I know," exclaimed Jane, with sudden conviction. "The heater in the conservatory has cracked." "Possibly," said Trefusis; "but, if so, I have not heard of it." "If it hasn't cracked, it will," said Jane gloomily.
Erskine has as much at stake as you; and yet he offers himself fearlessly." Gertrude raised her head proudly. "It is true," continued Trefusis, observing the gesture with some anger, "that he thinks more highly of you than you deserve; but you, on the other hand, think too lowly of him.
I have something to say, for I hear that some mischief has been made between us which must be stopped at once. You " Just then Sir Charles came out, and stood amazed to see them in conversation. "It happens that I am going by this train," said Trefusis. "I will see after Miss Lindsay."
He was wont ever to go round by Trefusis Point that he might take a glimpse at the walls of the house that harboured Rosamund and a glance at the window of her bower. But to-night he thought the shorter road over the hill would be the safer way.
Many gentlemen were betting. Harry Bellew, of Carleton, who had claims to the extinct peerage of Bella-aqua, with Henry, Lord Hyde, member of Parliament for the borough of Dunhivid, which is also called Launceston; the Honourable Peregrine Bertie, member for the borough of Truro, with Sir Thomas Colpepper, member for Maidstone; the Laird of Lamyrbau, which is on the borders of Lothian, with Samuel Trefusis, of the borough of Penryn; Sir Bartholomew Gracedieu, of the borough of Saint Ives, with the Honourable Charles Bodville, who was called Lord Robartes, and who was Custos Rotulorum of the county of Cornwall; besides many others.
Everything necessary had been done. An answer to their telegram had been received from his sister Anne that she could not leave London until that night but would arrive at Clinton St. Mary station at half-past nine to-morrow morning. That would be in good time for the funeral, a ceremony that was to be conducted by the Rev. Tom Trefusis, the sporting vicar of Cator Hill, the neighbouring parish.
"You can't get the work out of a hunderfed 'orse that you can out of a hunderfed man or woman. I've bin in parts of England where women pulled the barges. They come cheaper nor 'orses, because it didn't cost nothing to get new ones when the old ones we wore out." "Then why not employ them?" said Trefusis, with ironical gravity.
She, however, was the first to speak; and she did so with a callousness that shocked him. "Have you heard the news?" "What news?" "About Mr. Trefusis and Agatha. They are engaged." "So Trefusis told me. I met him just now in the village. I was very glad to hear it." "Of course." "But I had a special reason for being glad." "Indeed?"
Instead, Trefusis, a gentleman in an ulster, carrying a rug, came out, locked the door, and hurried along the road to Lyvern, where he was picked up by the trap, and carried swiftly to the railway station, just in time to catch the London train. "Evening paper, sir?" said a voice at the window, as he settled himself in the corner of a first-class carriage. "No, thank you."
Word Of The Day