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Witherington took the newspaper, and his eye soon caught the paragraph in which the rescue of the two negroes and child from the wreck of the Circassian was fully detailed. 'It is indeed! exclaimed Mr. Witherington. 'My poor Cecilia in an open boat! one of the boats was seen to go down perhaps she's dead merciful God! one boy saved. Mercy on me! where's Jonathan?
On the evening of the same day on which the child and the two negroes had been saved from the wreck by the fortunate appearance of the frigate, Mr. Witherington, of Finsbury Square, was sitting alone in his dining-room, wondering what could have become of the Circassian, and why he had not received intelligence of her arrival. Mr.
Among the most beautiful of these are Cupid and Psyche, painted by J. Wood, and engraved by Finden; Campbell Castle, by E. Goodall, after G. Arnald; the Parting, from Haydon's picture now exhibiting with his Mock Election, "Chairing;" Hours of Innocence, from Landseer; La Frescura, by Le Petit, from a painting by Bone; and the Cove of Muscat, a spirited engraving by Jeavons, from the painting of Witherington.
Well, you may go." "To-night, sir, if you please," answered the woman. "This moment, for all I care!" exclaimed Mr Witherington in his wrath. The housemaid retired; and Mr Witherington took some time to compose himself.
"This bataylle was one of the sorest and best foughten without cowards or faynte hearts; for there was neither knight nor I squire but that did his devoyre and foughte hande to hande." Great deeds were done, and the fame of none amongst them is greater than that of the gallant Widdrington; "For Witherington my heart is woe, That ever he slaine sholde be!
And to-night, sometimes Richard was himself, sometimes his personality seemed merged in that of Witherington, the crippled fighting-man, of whose maiming and deadly courage that stanza tells.
"You are Miss Rothesay, I believe," he answered, indirectly. "I am." "Is there no one to help you in nursing your mother are you here quite alone?" "Quite alone." Dr. Witherington took her hand kindly, too. "My dear Miss Rothesay, I would not deceive; I never do. If your mother has any relatives to send for, any business to arrange" "Ah I see, I know! Do not say any more!"
So did his lady, her streaming eyes turning from Hartley to her husband, as if to watch what impression the arguments of the former were making upon the latter. General Witherington was silent for a few minutes after Hartley had finished his exposition, and seemed buried in profound reflection.
"Confound that fellow! he's always at mischief; you know, Jonathan, I never meant that." "I thought not, sir, as it is quite contrary to custom," replied Jonathan. "Well, then, tell them so, and let's hear no more about it." Mr Witherington then entered into a consultation with his butler, and acceded to the arrangements proposed by him.
'By the blood of the Witheringtons! I may be left without an heir, and shall be obliged to marry, which would be very uncomfortable. 'Very little comfort, echoed Jonathan 'my wife is dead. In coelo quies. 'Well, we must hope for the best; but this suspense is anything but comfortable, observed Mr. Witherington, after looking over the contents of the letter for at least the twentieth time.
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