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Welford, which had never before appeared at church, was discerned by one vigilant neighbour, probably the anonymous friend, not in the same pew with his wife, but in a remote corner of the sacred house. And once, when the lieutenant was watching to read in Mrs.
Of all men, Welford could bear this the least. A woman of a larger heart, a more settled experience, and an intellect capable of appreciating his character and sounding all his qualities, might have made him perhaps a useful and a great man, and, at least, her lover for life.
Welford then gave a turn to the conversation; he reminded the nobleman of the pleasant days they had passed in Italy, of the adventures they had shared, and the intrigues they had enjoyed.
The horseman signified his assent, and, between the groom and Welford, was borne within the shabby door of the ex-solicitor.
Ay, that strikes home, my child, my child! Love and Hatred, by To an obscure town in shire there came to reside a young couple, whose appearance and habits drew towards them from the neighbouring gossips a more than ordinary attention. They bore the name of Welford. The man assumed the profession of a solicitor.
Such was the image that rose before her; and while it roused at one moment all her fiercer passions into madness, humbled, with the next, her vanity into the dust. She, who knew the ruling passion of Welford, saw at a glance the object of scorn and derision which she had become to him.
Supported in the arms of his groom, he looked around, and his eye met Welford's. An instant recognition gave life to the face of the former, and threw a dark blush over the sullen features of the latter. "Heavens!" said the cavalier, "is that " "Hist, my lord!" cried Welford, quickly interrupting him, and glancing round. "But you are hurt, will you enter my house?"
At this moment Welford softly entered; he was unnoticed by either; and he stood at the door contemplating them with a smile of calm and self-hugging derision.
He was a French writer; but Mrs. Welford had in her temper much of the Frenchwoman. A suffering patient, young, handsome, well versed in the arts of intrigue, contrasted with a gloomy husband whom she had never comprehended, long feared, and had lately doubted if she disliked, ah! a much weaker contrast has made many a much better woman food for the lawyers! Mrs.
Welford did sometimes frown, and Mrs. Welford did sometimes weep, they were extremely attached to each other, and only quarrelled through love. The maid had had four lovers herself, and was possibly experienced in such matters. They received no visitors, near or from a distance; and the postman declared he had never seen a letter directed to either.
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