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Honnor Cunyngham, for her part, was quietly and contentedly munching her sandwiches of salmon and vinegared lettuce-leaf; and no such idle town-fancies were troubling her.
We did our best, Robert, didn't we?" "Indeed you could not hef done better, Miss Honnor," said the old gillie. "There wass no mistake that you made at ahl." "Very well," said she, cheerfully; and she looked in a kindly way towards the old man.
And yet it seemed to him to complain as it went by to appeal to him; and yet why to him, if he, too, was summoned away from this still solitude and sucked into a murmuring ocean still more awful than the sea? "Well done, Miss Honnor!" old Robert called out.
Moore, you are casting beautifully," Miss Honnor Cunyngham called to him; and the words were sweet music to his ears, for it may be frankly admitted that this somewhat sensitive novice was playing to the gallery. His diligent and careful thrashing, however, was of no avail.
I think she has a far more beautiful voice than " He quickly held up his hand, and the hint was taken. "And she puts such life into her part she seems to be really light-hearted and merry," resumed Miss Honnor, who appeared to have been much taken by Nina's manner on the stage. "Do you know, Mr.
"Oh, yes, Miss Honnor, the fish will be there, but there is little chance of your getting one out." "At any rate, Mr. Moore will be pleased to see a globe of gold-fish in the middle of a Highland moor," she said; and, when Robert had picked up the luncheon things, they all set off down the Geinig valley together.
Then carefully did the handsome old gillie spread out her waterproof on the sloping bank for Miss Honnor to sit on; he brought forth the little parcels neatly tied up in white paper, likewise a bottle of milk and two silver drinking-cups; when he had seen that she was all properly cared for, he handed to Lionel the game-bag which had held the luncheon, so that that might serve as the other seat, if he chose; and then the old man withdrew a few yards down the little hollow, to be within call if he were wanted.
Now when you have slain a stag one day, it is not so much of a triumph to kill a salmon the next; nevertheless Lionel was as heartily glad to see that fish ashore as he would have been deeply mortified had it escaped. For was not Honnor Cunyngham looking on? Nay, she was kind enough to say to him, "You played that fish very well, Mr. Moore."
You should have seen the game that began then old Robert and Honnor trying to get hold of the stot, so as to take the casting-line and the fly from its mane it isn't a mane, but you know and the stot trying to butt them whenever they came near.
But the truth was that he had never been passionately in love with Honnor Cunyngham. Passionate love he did not much believe in; he associated it with lime-light and crowded audiences and the odor of gas. Indeed, it might almost be said that he had been in love not so much with Honnor Cunyngham as with the condition of life which she represented.
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