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Updated: June 10, 2025
But here in the open Miss Honnor had regained her confidence and usual composure; and in the end the continuous pressure of the green-heart top was too much for him; he began to yield fiercely fighting now and again to get away, to be sure; but the climax was a sudden flash of Robert's steel clip, and a heavy-shouldered fifteen-pounder was out on the stones.
Miss Honnor stood close by her, when she was allowed keeping out of sight of the opposite boxes as much as she could, though she observed that the workmen about her did not care much whether they were visible or not, and that they talked or called to one another with a fine indifference towards what was going forward on the stage.
And at last Lionel was startled to hear the old man call out, but in an undertone "Ho!" Honnor Cunyngham began coolly to pull in her line through the rings. "What is it?" Lionel asked, in wonder. "I rose a fish then, but he came short," she said, quietly. "We'll give him a rest. A pretty good one, wasn't he, Robert?" "Ay, he wass that, Miss Honnor, a good fish. And ye did not touch him?"
Stiff and sore he was, his clothes were mostly soaked and caked with mire, and he did not know what he had not done to his shins and knees and elbows; but he did not mind all that; Honnor Cunyngham was right as he rode down Strathaivron that evening towards the lodge, it would not be of fatigues and privations he would be thinking! it would be of the lordly stag left away up there in the hills, to be sent for and brought down in triumph the next day.
Then, as he drove on, he caught another glance of Miss Honnor, who, far below him, was industriously fishing the Whirl Pool; when she heard the sound of the wheels, she looked up and waved her hand to him as he went by.
'And then to gammon her, in the Examiner, With a paragraph short and sweet. Well, now, tell me about that very striking-looking girl, or woman, rather, whom you took in to dinner. I asked you who she was when she came into the room." "That was Miss Honnor Cunyngham." "Not the salmon-fishing young lady I have heard you speak of?" "Yes." "Why, she didn't look like that," said Mangan, thoughtfully.
And again Miss Honnor recurred to the difference between amateur and professional acting, that seemed to have struck her so forcibly the previous night. "Really, Mr. Moore," said she, "you must have an astonishing amount of good-nature and tolerance.
Was he indulging a sort of sentimental misery simply because he could not walk down to the Aivron's banks and talk to Miss Honnor and watch the sun tracing threads of gold among her tightly braided hair?
"Oh, I'll take my chance," Lionel said; it was not dinner that was occupying his thoughts. There was a sound of horses' hoofs and carriage wheels; the wagonette was being brought round to the front door. "I consider it very shabby of Honnor not to have stayed to say good-bye," Lady Adela said to her departing guest.
Here was a disappointment! He wanted to tell her how he had got on, under her kind instruction this was his own explanation of the pang her absence caused him; but presently he had found another; for Lady Rosamund was grouping the people for her sketch; and what would the sketch be without Honnor Cunyngham in it? He made bold to say so. "Oh, you can't depend on Honnor," Lady Adela said.
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