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Lady Tyrrell took her up to resume her hat; and on the way, moved by distaste to her double surname, and drawn on by a fresh access of intimacy, she begged to be called Cecil a privilege of which she had been chary even in her maiden days; but the caressing manner had won her heart, and spirit of opposition to the discouragement at home did the rest.
"She can't bear the Moys betwixt the wind and her nobility." "They are the great drawback to Swansea, I confess," said Cecil. "Oh! are you thinking of Swanslea?" cried Mrs Duncombe. "Yes," said Lady Tyrrell, "she is one to be congratulated on emancipation." "Well can I do so," said Mrs. Duncombe. "Don't I know what mothers- in-law are?
M'Vie had found a nurse for Lady Tyrrell, but old Sir Harry rode in to meet every delivery of the post, and was half distracted at finding nothing from her; and Frank's murmurs of her name were most piteous to those who feared that, if he were ever clearly conscious again, it would only be to know how heavy had been the meed of his folly. What dost thou here, frail wanderer from thy task?
I only observed that he was wrapped in a cloak but Thornton said, directly we had passed him, "I know that man well he has been following Tyrrell all day and though he attempts to screen himself, I have penetrated his disguise; he is Tyrrell's mortal enemy."
Cecil's errand was a council about the bazaar; and driving round by Sirenwood, Lady Tyrrell became her companion in the carriage. The quick eyes soon perceived that something had taken place, and confidence was soon drawn forth. "The ice is broken; and by whom do you think?" "By la belle mere? Skilful strategy to know when the position is not tenable." "She wants to retreat to Church-house."
She can't any way marry before coming of age, and considering all things I should much prefer that this should go no further." "You ought both to be free!" said Lady Tyrrell. "That I can never be!" "Nor do you think that she can only it sounds presumptuous," smiled Lady Tyrrell. "Who can say?
"I imagined that you had long reached Chester Park by this time," said I. "Did not you leave the course with our party?" "No," answered Tyrrell, "I had business, at Newmarket, with a rascally fellow of the name of Dawson. He lost to me rather a considerable wager, and asked me to come to the town with him after the race, in order to pay me.
I fear my horse can scarcely keep up with yours." Tyrrell cast an impatient glance at my panting steed. "It is cursed unlucky you should be so badly mounted, and we shall have a pelting shower presently." In complaisance to Tyrrell, I endeavoured to accelerate my steed.
Had he not fought the Eton and Harrow match over again with one of them at dinner? and had not a lawn tennis challenge already passed? For Lady Tyrrell and Mrs. Charnock Poynsett were to have garden- parties on alternate Wednesdays, and the whole neighbourhood soon followed suit. "You'll find nobody at home, Jenny," said Julius, coming out of a cottage opposite, as she rode up to Mrs.
Tyrrell was to ask Brackenbury to give him the keys of the Tower for one night, and in that night he would see the deed was done. Now Brackenbury could not refuse. He might guess what was going to happen; but if he refused to give the keys his head would be cut off, and the little princes would be killed just the same. So he agreed, and went away sorrowfully.
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