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The other boy answered curtly, "Lawrence, the Head of the House." The big fellow suddenly caught John's eyes. What he read there admiration, respect, envy brought a slight smile to his lips. "Your name?" he demanded. "Verney." Lawrence held out his hand, simply and yet with a certain dignity. "I heard you were coming," he said, keenly examining John's face. "We can't have too many Verneys.
And she longed to get away from Pauline. She was beginning to feel that she had never really known her till now. Pauline waited a moment for her to speak, and then turned sharply away. "Well, I shall not press you to stay with me. Madame Verney would be glad if I could live with her. I said it was impossible yesterday, as I was bound to you. Now I shall feel quite free to make my own arrangements.
He had died in Lawrence's arms on the steps of Wanhope without recovering consciousness, while Verney stood by helpless, and Isabel, by a stroke of irony, tried to convince poor agonized Laura Clowes that the law should not touch her husband. It had not done so.
Peyton reached home in the state of exhaustion which follows on a physical struggle. It seemed to her as though her talk with Clemence Verney had been an actual combat, a measuring of wrist and eye. For a moment she was frightened at what she had done she felt as though she had betrayed her son to the enemy.
"It was written at my dictation by a Miss Verney a lady whom I met for the first time on my visit to Arles. Her relation to myself is that of a mere tourist acquaintanceship." "Why were you at Arles? Why was she at Arles?" "Miss Verney is was a professional scene-painter.
"We will see about that," said his Excellency with compressed lips. "Verney, send your daughter from the room. Woodson, you understand this gear, having been in the Indies. This man is to tell us all that he knows of this business. Call in a trustworthy slave or two to help you."
Joyously they filed out, Dick lingering in the firelight for a word with Ruth. Grandmother Verney, in high good humor, went out on the Colonel's arm, the grievance of the morning's belated sleigh quite forgotten in the genial warmth of the Fairfax hospitality. "And what, Uncle Noah," asked the Colonel of the old darky as usual, "have we to-night for supper?"
Yet even now we have our duties, which we must string ourselves to fulfil: the duty of bestowing pleasure where we can, and by force of love, irradiating with rainbow hues the tempest of grief. Nor will I repine if in this extremity we preserve what we now possess. Something tells me, Verney, that we need no longer dread our cruel enemy, and I cling with delight to the oracular voice.
That's why I'm not travelling on to Monte Carlo. You understand my position now, Miss Verney?" "Quite." "I'm right in calling you Miss Verney?" "Yes." Then she added: "And you're wondering why an unmarried woman should be wandering alone amongst the by-ways of France?" "I can see that you also have work to do." Rivière looked towards her almost finished sketch of the Roman baths.
Here the king's standard was taken, the standard-bearer, Sir Edward Verney, being killed; but it was rescued again by Captain Smith, and brought to the king the same night, for which the king knighted the captain. This brigade of foot had fought all the day, and had not been broken at last, if any horse had been at hand to support them.
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