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We have had a delicious time, and I think, too, we owe our lives to Miss Bee. Loftie was making an awful mess of that sail, and you know, Kate, none of us can swim. Now look at Loftie, do look at him! See how he's bending towards Miss Meadowsweet. He is quite taken with her, I can see. Oh, what a flirt he is. Doesn't she hold herself nicely, Kate? And hasn't she an independent sort of way?"
The poore people seeing vs goe away againe, came rowing after vs into the Sea, the waues being somewhat loftie. We truckt with them for a few skinnes and dartes, and gaue them beads, nailes, pinnes, needles and cardes, they poynting to the shore, as though they would shew vs some great friendship: but we little regarding their curtesie, gaue them the gentle farewell, and so departed.
You girls think that a fine sum, I suppose! That's all you know. Three hundred! It's a pittance. No fellow has a right to go into the army with such small private means." "But, Loftie, you would not accept Uncle Roderick Macleod's offer. He wrote so often, and said he could help you if you joined him in India." "Yes, I knew what that meant. Now, look here, Kate. We needn't rake up the past.
"I don't tell stories, mother. I shall have nothing to say to Mabel." "Tell her nothing, then; only run away. What is the matter now?" "One thing before you go, mother. I too had a letter to-night." "Had you, my dear? I cannot be worried about your correspondence now." "My letter was from Loftie." "Loftus! What did he write about?" "He is coming here to-morrow night."
"I'm glad and I'm sorry. You know you intoxicate me, witch I thought I had got over that old affair. What: don't flash your eyes at me. Oh, yes, Nina, I am glad, I am delighted to see you once again." "And to kiss me, and love me again?" "Yes, to kiss you and love you again." "How soon will you marry me, Loftie?" "We needn't talk about that to-night. Tell me why you have come, and how.
"Yes, my dear, but not quite so changeable as not to know anything at all about a recall in the afternoon yesterday, and to have to leave us before we are out of bed in the morning. Did anybody see Loftus go? Had he any breakfast?" Catherine flew away to inquire of Clara, and Mabel said in an injured voice: "I dare say Loftie had a telegram sent to him to the club.
It has now disappeared, and red-brick mansions have risen upon the site. Mr. Loftie, writing in 1888, says: "When we enter the garden from Pitt Street we see there are two distinct houses. One of them to the north appears slightly the older of the two, and has an eastward wing, slightly projecting from which a passage opened on Church Street.
Shall we put our dresses on, Loftie, for you to see before you run away to Beatrice? Shall we?" Loftus raised his dark eyes, and looked full at his young sister. There were heavy shadows round his eyes; their depths looked gloomy and troubled. "What did you say?" he asked, in a morose voice. "What did I say? Well, really, Loftie, you are too bad. I do think you are the most selfish person I know.
¶ Here we sée philautie or selfe-loue, which rageth in men so preposterouslie, that euen naturall dutie and affection quite forgotten, they vndertake what mischéefe soeuer commeth next to hand; without exception of place or person; and all for the maintenance of statelie titles, of loftie stiles, of honorable names, and such like vanities more light than thistle downe that flieth in the aire.
She stood still to read the brief lines: "Dearest Sis, I have had a sudden recall to Portsmouth. Will write from there. Love to the mother and Mab. Your affectionate brother, "Loftus." Mrs. Bertram looked up with a very startled expression in her eyes. "Now, mother, there's nothing to fret you in this," said Kate, eagerly. "Was not Loftie always the most changeable of mortals?"
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