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If he liges a class of vine, it iss begause his loaf ingludes efen hiss enemy, as Shakespeare galled it." "Ah, but Shakespeare couldn't have been thinking of champagne," said Kendricks. "I suppose, sir," Colonel Woodburn interposed, with lofty courtesy, "champagne could hardly have been known in his day." "I suppose not, colonel," returned the younger man, deferentially.
There she was Beth Woodburn! The woman he hush! Clarence Mayfair's promised wife! She looked even beautiful as she stood there in the light, with a smile on her face and a pure white chrysanthemum at her throat. "You needn't hurry so, Mabel dear. I can wait," she said as her friend approached.
This time she refused point-blank to favour Cousin Agatha, and further refused to argue the matter. She was going with her father to The Sefton Arms. Mrs. Woodburn was genuinely distressed, so much so indeed that Silver heard her hold forth for the first time in his knowledge of her on the modern mother's favourite theme the daughter of to-day. Old Mat gave her little sympathy.
Lulu's look lost much of its brightness; still, she did not quite give up hope, as the conversation went on among their elders, Woodburn and the Elliotts continuing to be the theme. "Will it be near enough to Ion?" Capt. Raymond asked, addressing Violet more particularly. "What is the distance?" "Something over a mile, they call it," said Mr. Dinsmore.
Boy Woodburn knew nothing of him except that Monkey Brand disliked him. Herself she had been given no chance of forming an opinion till lately, when Joses had asked permission of her father to paint some of the horses. Old Mat had given leave, and Joses had gained the entrée to the stables.
You think I can't be sincere with anybody." "Oh no, I don't." "What do you think?" "That you can't try." Alma gave another victorious laugh. Miss Woodburn and Fulkerson would once have both feigned a great interest in Alma's sketching Beaton, and made it the subject of talk, in which they approached as nearly as possible the real interest of their lives.
Albert, busy on his chin with a shaving brush, peeped surreptitiously round the door of the saddle-room, and seeing Ma opposite withdrew swiftly; but he kept the door ajar as though awaiting something he was determined not to miss. Mrs. Woodburn retired indoors, and a few minutes later there came the noisy clacking of a horse and cart entering the cobbled yard. Instantly Albert was all alert.
Leighton, who made a deprecatory motion to let him pass to the chair beyond her; "I can find my way." He bowed a bulk that did not lend itself readily to the devotion, and picked up the ball of yarn she had let drop out of her lap in half rising. "Yo' worsteds, madam." "Yarn, yarn, Colonel Woodburn!" Alma shouted. "You're quite incorrigible. A spade is a spade!"
"Billy Bluff, of course," replied the other. "Caddish of him, wasn't it?" They went into the parlour. Mrs. Woodburn did not offer the traveller a drink for the simple reason that it never occurred to her to do so. "By Jove! I am late!" cried the young man, glancing at the clock. "There was a break-down at Hayward's Heath."
He contrived to get Dryfoos and the colonel before him, and he let March follow with Kendricks. Conrad came last with Beaton, who had been turning over the music at the piano, and chafing inwardly at the whole affair. At the table Colonel Woodburn was placed on Dryfoos's right, and March on his left. March sat on Fulkerson's right, with Lindau next him; and the young men occupied the other seats.
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