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Though every one at home called me "Herbert" and "Bert," and it was as "James Herbert Weyburn" that I had been arraigned and convicted, that was not, strictly speaking, my right name. I had been christened "James Bertrand," after my father.
May, whom he had seen. 'A handsome person, the earl observed. 'She must have been very handsome, said Weyburn. 'Ah! we fall into their fictions, or life would be a bald business, upon my word! Lord Ormont had not uttered it before the sentiment of his greater luck with one of that queer world of the female lottery went through him on a swell of satisfaction, just a wave.
It sounded well it sounded sweetly. Weyburn suggested the counter proposal of supper for the three at the inn. But the other Matthew said: 'I married a cook. She expects a big appetite, and she always keeps warm when I 'm held away, no matter how late. Sure to be enough. Beds were secured at the inn; after which came the introduction to Mrs.
Quite apart from the subject inscribed on them, Weyburn had now and again a blow at the breast, of untraceable origin. For he was well enough aware that the old days when Browny imagined him a hero, in drinking his praises of a brighter, were drowned. They were dead; but here was she the bride of the proved hero.
We deal with that to-morrow, in my papers. You come to me? Mr. Abner has arranged the terms? So I see you at ten in the morning. I am glad to meet a young man Englishman who takes an interest in the service." Weyburn fancied the hearing of a step; he heard the whispering dress. It passed him; a lady went to the armchair.
'There is room for you, Mr. Weyburn, said Aminta. Mrs. Pagnell puffed. 'I can't think we've room, my dear. I want that bit of seat in front for my feet. Morsfield kicked at his horse's flanks, and between Weyburn and the chariot step, cried: 'Back, sir! His reins were seized; the horse reared, the unexpected occurred. Weyburn shouted 'Off! to the postillion, and jumped in.
And she could claim headship of him on one little point confided to her by his mother, who was bearing him, and startled by the boom of guns under her pillow, when her husband fronted the enemy: Matthew Weyburn, the fencer, boxer, cricketer, hunter, all things manly, rather shrank from firearms at least, one saw him put on a screw to manipulate them.
'Yes, the shots hit us behind you, said Aminta; and she, too, struck the table. He did not prolong their torture. Weyburn received the folio sheet and passed it on. Aminta read. Mrs. Lawrence jumped from her chair and ran to the countess's shoulder; her red lips formed the petitioning word to the earl for the liberty she was bent to take.
By an exaggeration peculiar to a disgust in fancy, she could hear her aunt vociferating 'Weyburn! and then staring at Mr. Weyburn opposite perhaps not satisfied with staring. He withdrew after his usual hearty meal, during which his talk of boys and their monkey tricks, and what we can train them to, had been pleasant generally, especially to Mrs. Lawrence.
Weyburn, however, read out to him, with accentuation, foolish stuff in the recurrent correspondence of the daily sheets, and a complacent burgess article, meant to be a summary of the controversy and a recommendation to the country to bask in the sun of its wealth again. 'Ay, be the porker sow it's getting liker and liker to every year! Lord Ormont exclaimed, and sprang on his feet. 'Take a pen.
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