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Wardour-Devereux is a thorough-paced brunette; but, upon my honour, I'd bet on Cissy Halkett at forty. "A dark eye in woman," if you like, but blue and auburn drive it into a corner. Lord Palmet concluded by asking Beauchamp what he was doing and whither going. Beauchamp proposed to him maliciously, as one of our hereditary legislators, to come and see something of canvassing.
Wardour-Devereux. Itchincope was famous for its hospitality. Yet Beauchamp, when in the presence of his hostess, could see that he was both unexpected and unwelcome. Mrs. Lespel was unable to conceal it; she looked meaningly at Cecilia, talked of the house being very full, and her husband engaged till late in the afternoon. And Captain Baskelett had arrived on a sudden, she said.
We'll leave this matter for another time. Rosamund held him by the arm. 'Not too long! Both of them applied privately to Mrs. Wardour-Devereux for her opinion and counsel on the subject of the proposal to apologize to Dr. Shrapnel. She was against it with the earl, and became Rosamund's echo when with her.
He starts first, then Wardour-Devereux, then Cecil, and I mount beside him; Palmet's at our heels. 'But can't you even imagine a purpose for their driving into Bevisham so pompously? 'Well, men with drags haven't commonly much purpose, he said. 'But on this occasion! At an Election time! Surely, Nevil, you can guess at a reason. A second trumpet blew very martially.
It's rather a jumble; but you should see her when Beauchamp's on his legs and speaking. 'Mr. Lydiard is in Bevisham? Mrs. Wardour-Devereux remarked. 'I know the girl, growled Mr. Lespel. 'She comes with that rascally doctor and a bobtail of tea-drinking men and women and their brats to Northeden Heath my ground. There they stand and sing. 'Hymns?'inquired Mr. Culbrett.
All the gentlemen were against him, excepting perhaps that chattering pie Lord Palmet, who did him more mischief than his enemies. She could not sleep. She walked out on the terrace with Mrs. Wardour-Devereux, in a dream, hearing that lady breathe remarks hardly less than sentimental, and an unwearied succession of shouts from the smoking-room. 'They are not going to bed to-night, said Mrs.
'You wouldn't take that man and me to have been messmates for years! Old Jack Wilmore! Don't go, Lydiard. Lydiard declared that he was bound to go: he was engaged to read Italian for an hour with Mrs. Wardour-Devereux. 'Then go, by all means, Beauchamp dismissed him. He felt as if he had held a review of his friends and enemies on the door-step, and found them of one colour.
He starts first, then Wardour-Devereux, then Cecil, and I mount beside him; Palmet's at our heels. 'But can't you even imagine a purpose for their driving into Bevisham so pompously? 'Well, men with drags haven't commonly much purpose, he said. 'But on this occasion! At an Election time! Surely, Nevil, you can guess at a reason. A second trumpet blew very martially.
It's rather a jumble; but you should see her when Beauchamp's on his legs and speaking. 'Mr. Lydiard is in Bevisham? Mrs. Wardour-Devereux remarked. 'I know the girl, growled Mr. Lespel. 'She comes with that rascally doctor and a bobtail of tea-drinking men and women and their brats to Northeden Heath my ground. There they stand and sing. 'Hymns?'inquired Mr. Culbrett.
She has a bit of a style! 'She has a head, said Beauchamp. 'A girl like that may have what she likes. I don't care what she has there's woman in her. You might take her for a younger sister of Mrs. Wardour-Devereux. Who 's the uncle she speaks of? She ought not to be allowed to walk out by herself. 'She can take care of herself, said Beauchamp. Palmet denied it. 'No woman can.
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