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Thus we conversed at large and upon many topics but spoke no further regarding her of whom we both were thinking; and thus, I believe, we were both of us a little relieved to hear a distant "view hallo." "There rides your friend Vere-Manville, I think, Peregrine, and evidently a trifle hilarious!"
"Mr. Vere-Manville, I beg you will leave us awhile!" Even as she spoke, Anthony bowed, strode to the door and was gone before I could stay him. "Peregrine?"
Vere-Manville at Nettlestead or in London at least I will go there at once." "Then you will waste your time, sir. Diana has disappeared." "Disappeared? Ah, you mean she has gone run away? Pray, my lord, pray when when did she go?" His lordship looked at me keenly a while and when he spoke his voice seemed less harsh: "The news would seem to disturb you, sir?" "Beyond words, sir.
Now there is your friend Vere-Manville playing the devil about town has not been entirely sober for a fortnight, I hear I saw him myself, twice, very blatantly drunk " "Indeed, sir, uncle George mentioned something of this yesterday, though such conduct in Anthony is quite incomprehensible."
But to-night ah, to-night kind fortune sent me you. And you were drunk again!" "I'm sober enough now, b'gad!" "Drunkenness, Anthony, as you know, is the refuge for cowards and weaklings, and all unworthy such a man as Anthony Vere-Manville " "Egad, will you preach at me, Perry?"
In her is nothing paltry, education has not stunted or narrowed the soul of her. She has been faithful to her task for your sake and faithful to you for Love's sake. By your unselfishness she has indeed become all that we hoped and more, one to be proud of. But I grow garrulous in her praise go to her and see for yourself. She is awaiting you in her boudoir with Mrs. Vere-Manville."
"It is rather an aggregation of sounds, emanating in unison from your good friends the Marquis of Jerningham, Viscount Devenham and Mr. Vere-Manville they sleep remarkably soundly!" "And the others, sir?" "Departed in the small hours, with your uncle George and four of 'em in tears!" "It was a dreadful night, sir." "It was a night of nights, Peregrine. I remember only one to equal it."
My uncle's bow was extremely stately and distant. "Peregrine," said he, "seeing you have enlivening company, I will take occasion to go and meet your aunt Julia. Mr. Vere-Manville, I would venture to impress upon you that my nephew is still very much of an invalid." So saying, my uncle saluted us in turn with his grandest air and went out, closing the door behind him.
"Yes damned fellow insists on twelve paces!" said he, his voice sounding hoarser than ever, and I saw his glance wandering again, here and there, to and fro, in almost desperate fashion. "Mr. Vere-Manville," called Devereux's second, "may I trouble you a moment, pray?"
Vere-Manville," said she, her soft voice calm and even, "pray give me my scarf, your wife made me a present of it days ago!" And she reached out her hand with the old, imperious gesture that I remembered so well. So Anthony gave her the handful of lace and turned his back upon us. "O Perry!" he exclaimed with a groan, "O Perry, dear friend what have I done! God forgive me "
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