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Welwyn had spoken to her child, none had been oftener repeated, none more solemnly urged, than those which had commended the little Rosamond to Ida's love and care.
Welwyn very often as a child; but I cannot say that I remember anything more of her than that she was tall and handsome, and very generous and sweet-tempered toward me when I was in her company.
Birch, occasionally troubling him with queries and manuscripts. We have a respect for Mr. Jones. Jones was entirely unlike your literary correspondents of the present day; he forwarded manuscripts, but he had “bowels,” and forwarded poultry too. His first letter from Welwyn is dated June, 1759, not quite six years before Young’s death.
Then, after giving her an interval of a minute or two to collect what little strength she had left, he added that he would not increase her sufferings by saying anything more, just then, on the shocking subject of the investigation which it was his duty to make that he would leave her to recover herself, and to consider what was the best course to be taken with the baroness in the present terrible emergency and that he would privately return to the house between eight and nine o'clock that evening, ready to act as Miss Welwyn wished, and to afford her and her sister any aid and protection of which they might stand in need.
Perhaps the least questionable testimony to the better side of Young’s character is that of Bishop Hildesley, who, as the vicar of a parish near Welwyn, had been Young’s neighbor for upward of twenty years.
The child took after her mother from the first inheriting her mother's fondness for books, her mother's love of music, her mother's quick sensibilities, and, more than all, her mother's quiet firmness, patience, and loving kindness of disposition. From Ida's earliest years, Mrs. Welwyn undertook the whole superintendence of her education. The two were hardly ever apart, within doors or without.
While Rosamond was still an infant in arms, her mother died. Mrs. Welwyn had been afflicted with some disorder after the birth of her second child, the name of which I am not learned enough in medical science to be able to remember.
But if we are to be at daggers-drawn he determined to boss me and I equally determined not to be bossed why, the thing will be intolerable! Hullo! is that Cynthia Welwyn? She seems to be making for me." It was Lady Cynthia, very fresh and brilliant in airy black and white, with a purple sunshade. She came straight over the grass to Helena's shady corner. "You look so cool! May I share?"
Awfully jolly time I had on the whole though the girls were a mixed lot. Well let's get a move on." She sprang up. "Your room's next door." Mrs. Friend was departing when Helena enquired: "By the way have you ever heard of Cynthia Welwyn?" Mrs. Friend turned at the door, and shook her head. "Oh, well, I can tot her up very quickly just to give you an idea as she's coming to dinner.
Welwyn first took a violent fancy to him, and then invited him to his house.
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