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'Gen'leman's parole's all I ask. But Mr. Archer was proof against these blandishments, and said farewell gravely enough to Lord Windermoor, shaking his hand and at the same time bowing very low.
"Archer," exclaimed Lord Windermoor, "I love you like a son. Le' 's have another bowl." "My lord, for both our sakes, you will excuse me," replied Mr. Archer. "We both require caution; we must both, for some while at least, avoid the chance of a pursuit." "Archer," quoth his lordship, "this is a rank ingratishood. What?
'But O, my lord! cried Nance, 'we live upon the wages, and what are we to do without? 'What am I to do? what am I to do? replied Lord Windermoor with some exasperation. 'I have no wages. And there is Mr. Archer. And if Holdaway doesn't like it, he can go to the devil, and you with him! and you with him! 'And yet, my lord, said Mr.
One of these was stout, elderly, and irascible, with a face like a full moon, well dyed with liquor, thick tremulous lips, a short, purple hand, in which he brandished a long pipe, and an abrupt and gobbling utterance. This was my Lord Windermoor. In his companion Nance beheld a younger man, tall, quiet, grave, demurely dressed, and wearing his own hair.
'Archer, exclaimed Lord Windermoor, 'I love you like a son. Le' 's have another bowl. 'My lord, for both our sakes, you will excuse me, replied Mr. Archer. 'We both require caution; we must both, for some while at least, avoid the chance of a pursuit. 'Archer, quoth his lordship, 'this is a rank ingratishood. What?
"Gen'leman's parole's all I ask." But Mr. Archer was proof against these blandishments, and said farewell gravely enough to Lord Windermoor, shaking his hand and at the same time bowing very low. "You will never know," says he, "the service you have done me."
Through this Nance rapidly led the way, and began to ascend the swellings of the moor with a heart that somewhat fluttered in her bosom. She was not afraid, but in the course of these last passages with Lord Windermoor Mr. Archer had ascended to that pedestal on which her fancy waited to instal him.
One of these was stout, elderly, and irascible, with a face like a full moon, well dyed with liquor, thick tremulous lips, a short, purple hand, in which he brandished a long pipe, and an abrupt and gobbling utterance. This was my Lord Windermoor. In his companion Nance beheld a younger man, tall, quiet, grave, demurely dressed, and wearing his own hair.
"But O, my lord!" cried Nance, "we live upon the wages, and what are we to do without?" "What am I to do? what am I to do?" replied Lord Windermoor with some exasperation. "I have no wages. And there is Mr. Archer. And if Holdaway doesn't like it, he can go to the devil, and you with him! and you with him!" "And yet, my lord," said Mr.
The chaise had been driven round to the front door; the courtyard lay all deserted, and only lit by a lantern set upon a window-sill. Through this Nance rapidly led the way, and began to ascend the swellings of the moor with a heart that somewhat fluttered in her bosom. She was not afraid, but in the course of these last passages with Lord Windermoor Mr.
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