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'You don't care for me a bit, Vincy, she said, in a plaintive voice. He sat down next to her on the little striped sofa, and took her hand. 'Oh, give over, Mavis, do give over! I wish you wouldn't carry on like that; you do carry on, Mavis dear, don't you? Some days you go on something cruel, you do really. Reely, I mean. Now, cheer up and be jolly.
If you have finished, pray ring the bell." "It is true, though what your brother says, Rosamond," Mrs. Vincy began, when the servant had cleared the table. "It is a thousand pities you haven't patience to go and see your uncle more, so proud of you as he is, and wanted you to live with him. There's no knowing what he might have done for you as well as for Fred.
Featherstone grunted: he could not deny that an ordinary sort of girl like her might be expected to be useful, so he thought of another rejoinder, disagreeable enough to be always apropos. "If Fred Vincy comes to-morrow, now, don't you keep him chattering: let him come up to me."
I've made my will, I tell you, I've made my will." Here he turned his head towards Mrs. Vincy, and swallowed some more of his cordial. "Some people would be ashamed to fill up a place belonging by rights to others," said Mrs. Waule, turning her narrow eyes in the same direction.
Vincy had given that invitation which he had been "in no hurry about," for Rosamond at breakfast had mentioned that she thought her uncle Featherstone had taken the new doctor into great favor. Mr. Bulstrode, alone with his brother-in-law, poured himself out a glass of water, and opened a sandwich-box. "I cannot persuade you to adopt my regimen, Vincy?" "No, no; I've no opinion of that system.
She was going to tell him all about it on Tuesday. That man must have been a fiend!... 'Holloa, Vincy! So glad you're still here. Let's have dinner, Edie. At Lady Everard's Lady Everard was sitting in her favourite attitude at her writing-table, with her face turned to the door. She had once been photographed at her writing-table, with a curtain behind her, and her face turned to the door.
Vincy, in her fullest matronly bloom, looked at Mary's little figure, rough wavy hair, and visage quite without lilies and roses, and wondered; trying unsuccessfully to fancy herself caring about Mary's appearance in wedding clothes, or feeling complacency in grandchildren who would "feature" the Garths.
It is not only when Lydgate misallies himself with Rosamond Vincy, but when Ladislaw marries above him with Dorothea, that this may be exemplified. The air of the fireside withers out all the fine wildings of the husband's heart. He is so comfortable and happy that he begins to prefer comfort and happiness to everything else on earth, his wife included.
Vincy, feeling that this expression put the thing in the true light. "Eh Standish?" "Our deceased friend always knew what he was about, I think," said Mr. Standish. "Everything is quite regular. Here is a letter from Clemmens of Brassing tied with the will. He drew it up. A very respectable solicitor." "I never noticed any alienation of mind any aberration of intellect in the late Mr.
When somebody said to me, 'Young Vincy has taken to being at the billiard-table every night again he won't bear the curb long; I was tempted to do the opposite of what I am doing to hold my tongue and wait while you went down the ladder again, betting first and then " "I have not made any bets," said Fred, hastily. "Glad to hear it.
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