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John Murchison had listened to their excited talk, mostly in silence, going on with his dinner as if that and nothing else were the important matter of the moment. Mrs Murchison had had this idiosyncrasy of his "to put up with" for over thirty years. She bore it now as long as she could. "FATHER!" she exploded at last. "Do you think Lorne will get in by five hundred?"
Rupert, his son, was but a penniless hanger-on at the royal court; the manor of Lorne a fire-gutted wreckage. "Rupert followed James Stuart from England when that monarch became a fugitive to escape the wrath of his subjects. And the Marquess of Lorne sank to the role of pot-house bully in the back lanes of Paris." "And then?" prompted Val. "And then a miracle occurred.
Nothing very grand, as I tell my friend, Miss Cham, from Buffalo where the residences are, of course, on quite a different scale; but grandeur isn't everything, is it?" "No, indeed," said Lorne. "But you will be leaving for Great Britain very soon now, Mr Murchison," said Miss Filkin. "Leaving Elgin and all its beauties! And I dare say you won't think of them once again till you get back!"
They want about a week's rolling. The balls get up anywhere," said Dora. "Lawn tennis," Mrs Milburn asserted herself, "is a delightful exercise. I hope it will never go out of fashion; but that is what we used to say of croquet, and it has gone out and come in again." Lorne listened to this with deference; there was a hint of patience in the regard Dora turned upon her mother.
"This, sire," Archie said, dismounting, "is Mistress Marjory MacDougall, of whom, as you have heard me say, I am the devoted knight and servant. She has been put in duress by Alexander of Lorne because in the first place she was a true Scots woman and favoured your cause, and because in the second place she refused to espouse his son John. I have borne her away from the convent of St.
The main body of their hunters, with the hound, were but a short distance away, but in a wood the fugitives came upon a stream, and, marching for some distance down this, again landed, and continued their flight. The hound lost their scent at the spot where they had entered the water, and being unable to recover it, Lorne and his followers abandoned the chase.
Young Mr Murchison, he had concluded, was the man they wanted; and if his office could spare him, it would probably do young Mr Murchison no harm in any sort of way to accompany the deputation to London and throw himself into the matter the deputation had at heart. "But it's the Empire!" said Lorne, with a sort of shy fire, when Mr Cruickshank enunciated this.
"And now they are threatening somebody that you, too, love. Of course, Mr. Cleek, I can't expect you to risk the sacrifice of your own dear ones for the sake of me and mine, and so and so Oh, take me away, Miss Lorne! Let me go back to my baby and have him while I may." "Good-night, Mr. Cleek," said Ailsa, stretching out a shaking hand to him.
"Perhaps I shan't, when we come to the end of the heath and get into the public street, where there are lights and people," he said. "That I always look the same in your eyes, Miss Lorne, is because I have but one face for you, and that is my real one. Not many people see it, even among the men of The Yard whom I occasionally work with. You do, however; so does Mr. Narkom, occasionally.
IV. That they had both been absent from town, at Lorne one time, long enough to have gone through the ceremony of marriage at a point twenty miles or so away. V. That a Methodist clergyman, who has since died, lived at that time within a radius of twenty miles of said ratering-place. I next asked myself how I was to establish these acts. Mr.
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