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'Tis the same little Cupid, With the same dimpled cheek and the smile almost stupid, We have seen in our pictures and stuck on our shelves, And copied, a hundred times over, ourselves." Mrs. Verdon held an untrammelled position in life. She was a rich young widow, uncontrolled, and without children.
The bright day would have a golden ending; already there were amber lights shining calmly on the river. Giles, half asleep at the landing-stage, looked up as they approached, and drew the back of his hand across his tired old eyes. Arnold seemed to be moved by a sudden impulse. "There's a white shawl left in the boat," he said. "Take it back to Mrs. Verdon, Giles, at once.
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.
So I was carried on, consoling myself with the thought that Madame Verdon, who was as kind as her mother, would take care of him. When we came near the gate Mademoiselle sent orders by M. de Rohan to the captain of the gate to let her people in and out, and, at the same time, sent a message to the Prince, while she went into the nearest house, that of M. de Croix, close to the Bastille.
She tries to excuse Mrs Rowland all she can; and she makes out that Mrs Rowland is such an excellent mother, and so busy with her children, and all that. But you know that is no excuse for not taking care of her own mother." "Those are the Verdon woods, are they not?" said Hester, leaning out of the window to survey the whole of the sunny prospect.
Once, Francis had openly remarked that he wondered how soon Mrs. Verdon and Wayne would come to an understanding; and Mrs. Lennard had replied that it was only the unexpected that ever came to pass. The dear old lady, in her black silk dress and Honiton lace cap, came rustling softly into the room on this golden evening. "Elsie," she said, "you are to wear my flowers. Mr.
"What a miracle of self-worship she is!" "But she has a kind heart," Elsie answered. "Think of her love for Jamie." The boy, trotting by nurse's side, had gone on in front of Mrs. Verdon and the Danforths. They were moving so slowly along the path that the party from Willow Farm instinctively began to saunter.
Verdon had written to her milliner to send her down something new for the occasion in the shape of headgear. But Elsie had spent an hour in her room, on the day before the picnic, and had retrimmed a black chip hat with black lace and soft knots of scarlet ribbon. "I am not a rich woman," she said to the rector's wife; "and if I were, I should still like to use the gifts that have been given me.
I heard afterwards that it was pretty to see the different ways of the children, and how Maurice d'Aubepine drew himself up, put on his hat, laid his hand on his ridiculous little sword, and insisted that the little Clement Verdon should stand behind him and his sister, where he could see nothing, while Gaspard de Nidermerle, with an emphatic 'Moi, je suis getilhomme, put the stranger before himself and looked over his head, as he could easily do, being two or three years older.
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.
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