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Walford's last book has, in a measure, retrieved a certain reputation for interest which her Cousins had lost. In Troublesome Daughters, however, one looks in vain for the fulfilment of the promise of Mr. Smith and her delightful Van: A Summer Romance. In Brigitta we find enough of Auerbach's charm to like the story, simple as it is.
Here is a student with the thirty or more volumes of the "New England Historic Genealogical Register" piled before him, flanked on one side by the huge volumes of Burke's "Peerage" and on the other by Walford's "County Families." There are many readers of this class, the library's department of Genealogy and Heraldry being well filled.
George Leicester now found himself at liberty to attend to his guest, and he spent almost the whole of his leisure time by the side of Walford's cot.
Thrown at random upon the floor was a pair of satin slippers that would have fitted Cinderella. A dressing-gown lay across a settee; and opposite, upon a small easy-chair in the same blue and white livery, were a Bible, the Baptist Magazine, Wardlaw on Infant Baptism, Walford's County Families, and the Court Journal.
It was not until long afterward that Alexander learned that for him this youth was the most dangerous of companions. One Sunday evening, at Lady Walford's, Alexander did at last meet Hilda Burgoyne. Mainhall had told him that she would probably be there.
What can I do for you?" "You can tell your political reporter and your editorial man to let up on me for a week," said Warrington directly. "What the devil have I done to you chaps that you should light into me after this fashion?" "You have become rich and famous, Dick, and mediocrity can stand anything but that." But there was a twinkle in Walford's eyes.
Then, without another moment's hesitation, he dashed up and, throwing himself upon his back, seized his rival by the hair and drew him into such a position as permitted of his taking Walford's head upon his shoulder and supporting it high enough above the surface to prevent the sea washing over it and so suffocating him.
"Say 'yes, Amy, and I'll give you a lovely box of chocolates, with a pink ribbon on!" "Will Ford!" cried Grace, striding up to him. "Give me my candy this instant!" "Your candy?" Will pretended much surprise. "Yes, certainly, my candy. The box of Walford's papa gave me!" She pulled his hand from behind his back and there was revealed the missing box of confections. "There it is!" Grace cried.
As to the comparative moral qualities of the two men, the reader will have abundant opportunity to judge for him or her self. Unfortunately, however, for his own and Lucy Walford's peace of mind, George Leicester is not only unaware of this superiority on his own part, but he strongly suspects it to be all on the other side.
Then the voice suddenly ceased, and as George looked up with startled eyes he saw Walford's lips tremble, a radiant smile parted them for an instant, and he sank heavily back on the boat's thwart dead.
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