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Out she came, wetter and brisker than ever, and went back home again through the lane, and the wood, and the ploughed field, galloping like the wind, and tossing back her ears and mane and tail, perfectly frantic with enjoyment. But when she reached her stable, the plight she was in would have driven any respectable groom frantic too.
"My chain's broken, and I've got a mile to go." "Jump up in back," invited the man. "Leave your wheel here; I guess it will be safe." "Oh, I couldn't do that," said Tom. "I don't mind walking. I'm wet through now, and I can't get much wetter. I'm much obliged, though." "Well, I'm sorry, but I can hardly take you and the bicycle, too," continued the chauffeur.
But during the past five weeks, my out-door exercise has been nil: the roads were too wet and rough. It has been almost constant fog, rain, wind; and the drip, drip, drip, of a mist that was wetter than rain. This, I think, has added a little rheumatism to give name to the pain and stiffness of joints and newly forming muscles.
Immediately opposite me I saw Varvilliers with a party of ladies and men; he bowed and smiled as I caught his eye. In another box I saw Wetter, gazing at the singer as intently as William Adolphus himself. There must certainly be something in a girl who exercised power over two men so different.
"You are right," said Coralie. "Go and talk to him. The King and I will talk." They went off, Wetter laughing, Varvilliers still a little ruffled by his encounter. Coralie passed her arm through mine and led me to a sofa. I had recovered my composure, was interested, and amused. "Briande," she said suddenly, "is always deploring my stupidity. 'How will you get on, she says, 'without wit?
Nein, nein, I 'll meddle with her no more; she's a witch of the fiend, a real deyvil's kind, but that's her affair. Donner and wetter! I'll neither make nor meddle; that's her work. But for the rest why, if I thought the trade would not suffer, I would soon rid you of the younker, if you send me word when he's under embargo.
Tall, wide-leaved grasses take their places along the sides, and rushes and nodding carices in the wetter portions, mingled with the most beautiful and imposing flowers, orange lilies and larkspurs seven or eight feet high, lupines, senecios, aliums, painted-cups, many species of mimulus and pentstemon, the ample boat-leaved veratrum alba, and the magnificent alpine columbine, with spurs an inch and a half long.
"Any time you feel like coming back you will be welcome, Dear. "Yours, Ross." "Any time she felt like coming back? Diantha slipped down in a little heap by the bed, her face on the letter her arms spread wide. The letter grew wetter and wetter, and her shoulders shook from time to time.
I missed in him that sympathy with my sombre moods which bound me to Wetter, spirit to spirit; but for lighter hours, for hours that must be made light, he was incomparable. With him Elsa bloomed into merriment, and being, as it were, midway between us, he seemed to me to bridge the gulf of mind and temperament that separated her from me.
Wetter could give her nothing, from William Adolphus she had already gained the advancement which it was in his power to secure for her. "She wanted something new, so she made him bring your Majesty," he ended, laughing. "Was my brother-in-law unwilling?" "Oh, no. He didn't understand," laughed Varvilliers. "He was proud to bring you." "It's rather awkward for me.
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