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For that must be the idolatrous devotion desired by them all. Weyburn struck down upon his man's nature the bad in us, when beauty of woman is viewed; or say, the old original revolutionary, best kept untouched; for a touch or a meditative pause above him, fetches him up to roam the civilized world devouringly and lawlessly.
She remonstrated. Aminta simply observed that it would cause less inconvenience to all parties. A suspicion of her aunt's proceedings was confirmed by the good woman's flustered state. She refrained from smiling. She would have mustered courage to invite Matthew Weyburn as her escort, if he had been at hand. He was attending to his affairs with lawyers mainly with his friend Mr. Abner.
Little Collett pointed to the roof of his mother's house twenty paces rearward of a belt of tamarisks, green amid the hollowed yellows of shorebanks yet in shade, crumbling to the sands. Weyburn was attracted by a diminutive white tent, of sentry-box shape, evidently a bather's, quite as evidently a fair bather's. He would have to walk on some way for his dip.
He had doubled the salt sea's rapture, and he had shackled its gift of freedom. She turned to float, gathering her knees for the funny sullen kick, until she heard him near. At once her stroke was renewed vigorously; she had the foot of her pursuer, and she called, 'Adieu, Matey Weyburn!
Weyburn had their pet themes of conversation, upon which the wary aunt of her niece did not gaze like the wintry sun with the distant smile her niece displayed over discussions concerning military biographies, Hannibal's use of his elephants and his Numidian horse, the Little St.
Let her but come to an interview with his Aminta, she would stop all that nonsense of the woman's letter; carry her off and her Weyburn plucking at her other hand to keep her. Why, naturally, treated as she was by Rowsley, she dropped soft eyes on a good-looking secretary. Any woman would confound the young fellow!
'Sister in the house? 'My mother, Weyburn said. The groom appeared. He knew nothing. The Countess had given him orders to spare no expense on the road to Olmer, without a minute's delay. He had ridden and driven. He looked worn. Lady Charlotte rang the bell for her butler. To him she said 'See that this man has a good feed of meat, any pastry you have, and a bottle of port wine.
Maybe, in the heat of passion . . . but to go deliberately: no, Weyburn; if you think you could do such a thing as that, I can tell you that I know you better than you know yourself." "I merely said that that was what I ought to do. I know well enough that I shan't do it, but the reason is far beneath that which you are good enough to hint at.
Conquers also sincerity in the sincerest. She was vexed with her full breast, and had as little command of her thoughts as of her feelings. 'Mr. Weyburn has ideas for the education of girls too, she said. 'There's the task, said he. 'It's to separate them as little as possible. All the passez-moi le mot devilry between the sexes begins at their separation.
'Do me the honour to call and see me to-morrow, after breakfast, before her ladyship starts for the fray on Addicote heights, Weyburn said; 'and I will ask your permission to stand by you. Her bark is terrific, we know; and she can bite, but there's no venom. Finally, on a heave of his chest, Mr. Hampton-Evey consented to call, in the interests of peace.
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