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I hate gushing men." "So do I," returned Mrs. Tell. "No, he is not gushing; but I think yes, I am sure that he could be emotional if he were to let himself go." "Really, Olivia, I didn't give you credit for so much imagination," said Mrs. Verdon sharply. "Now, I am quite sure that he would never, under any circumstances, be emotional.
I'm sorry," said the sheriff. "It's business, you know. Besides, it won't take you more than an hour. I must get across to Verdon before noon or it'll be too late to get the papers 'backed' there. Come on, man; you can get another cutter and follow Grey up in an hour. You won't lose much time." "Yes, and who's going to pay the damage?" said Robb, relinquishing his hold on the cutter's rail.
Lennard will be anxious about me, and " "And what?" She faltered; her voice fell and broke. Then she looked up proudly, and her eyes met his with a defiant glance. "And Mrs. Verdon will be inconsolable without you." When she had spoken she turned from him and began breaking off the boughs which hung low enough for her to reach.
Verdon. "They described one of the impossible heroes of fiction. You know, they have a talent for description." "But isn't he nice?" Mrs. Tell asked. "Yes, he is nice. There is something about him that is not commonplace." She leaned back in her chair with a half-smile, absently toying with a sprig of lemon-plant.
In his inroads on West-Meath he seems to have been abetted by the junior branches of the de Lacys, who were with his host in the year 1286, when he besieged Theobald de Verdon in Athlone, and advanced his banner as far eastward as the strong town of Trim, upon the Boyne.
"She is really pretty, and so distinguished looking," the other girl joined in. "I hope she'll give no end of balls at the Court. Just look at her now!" Involuntarily following the direction of the speaker's glance, Elsie saw Mrs. Verdon and Arnold. He was putting something into her plate, and she was gazing up at him with eyes that seemed no longer wanting in colour and expression.
The co-heiresses, Margaret and Matilda de Lacy, married Lord Theobald de Verdon and Sir Geoffrey de Genneville, between whom the estate of their father was divided; both these ladies dying without male issue, the lordship was, in 1286, claimed by Richard de Burgo, Earl of Ulster, whose mother was their cousin-germain. But we are anticipating time.
It was a perfect summer evening, balmy and still; the air was full of delicate, dewy perfumes; a rich rose-colour burned in the west, and touched the silver gleam of the river with the last glow of the day. The carriage rolled easily along; Jamie, with sleepy blue eyes, half-open, enjoyed the motion in silent content. Mrs. Verdon, with gentle animation, talked to Mr. Wayne.
England likes to know the histories of her stately old houses, and there is a great deal to tell." "We will write it together," he said; and her heart gave a sudden throb. "We had lost you!" Mary Danforth exclaimed behind the pair. "Arnold, Mrs. Verdon has promised to lunch with us; won't you come too?"
Katherine Verdon was an unemotional woman. She did not feel in the least inclined to go into hysterics or make bitter speeches. Mrs. Tell, who watched her narrowly, could not detect the slightest change in her demeanour. She remarked that Miss Kilner was very pretty really quite beautiful and no one could be surprised at the turn that things had taken.
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