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He came to be known as "Schipka" Campbell on account of some daring deed connected with the defense of the Schipka Pass, when he was under the Command of the traitorous Suleiman Pasha. Archibald Campbell's brother Alister was another guest, also the former's partner, Reginald Fairlie, who subsequently became a painter, and was the hero of a very sad and exceedingly dramatic romance.
Gilmore's old-fashioned notions, his modesty with Laura, his candour with me, his moderation with Mr. Fairlie all these were the artifices of a mean, cunning, and brutal man, who had dropped his disguise when his practised duplicity had gained its end, and had openly shown himself in the library on that very day.
His doubts appear to have had no foundation; for my respectable neighbour, Mr Fairlie, who, with all his attention to agriculture, finds time both for the Classicks and his friends, assures me they are a distinct species, and that, when any of their calves have horns, a mixture of breed can be traced. Germ.
The firm couldn't get enough young ladies to do the work at the Exhibition." "But you didn't leave an address." "Yes, I did." "No, you didn't; I asked the manager, and he told me you had left no address. They didn't know where you had gone." "Did he say so? You mean Mr. Fairlie, I suppose now I come to think of it, it is the rule of the firm not to give information about the young ladies.
To her disgust and amazement Frederick Fairlie refused to accept her statement, or to believe that Laura was other than Anne Catherick. Count Fosco had visited and prepared him. At this juncture I returned from South America, and, hearing of the death of the girl I loved, at once set off to Limmeridge on a sad pilgrimage to her grave.
Fairlie sat, serenely twirling the magnifying glass between his white fingers and thumbs. "I have come to speak to you on a very important matter," I said, "and you will therefore excuse me, if I suggest that we had better be alone." The unfortunate valet looked at me gratefully. Mr.
Fairlie suddenly opened his eyes again, and rolled them with an expression of helpless alarm in the direction of the window. "I entreat you to excuse me, Mr. Hartright," he said in a feeble flutter. "But surely I hear some horrid children in the garden my private garden below?" "I can't say, Mr. Fairlie. I heard nothing myself."
The letters are not exhausted. I have three packets still left, and you may confidently rely on my spending the whole evening over them." Here, then, was one of my anticipations of the morning still unfulfilled. I began to wonder, next, whether my introduction to Miss Fairlie would disappoint the expectations that I had been forming of her since breakfast-time. "And how did you get on with Mr.
There is more colour and more decision and roundness of outline in her face than there used to be, and her figure seems more firmly set and more sure and easy in all its movements than it was in her maiden days. But I miss something when I look at her something that once belonged to the happy, innocent life of Laura Fairlie, and that I cannot find in Lady Glyde.
He had taken an early cup of coffee in his own room, and he was still engaged there in writing letters. At eleven o'clock, if that hour was convenient, he would do himself the honour of waiting on Miss Fairlie and Miss Halcombe. My eyes were on Laura's face while the message was being delivered.
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