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After this small expedition, Nevil proceeded to the Havannah on purpose to take the galleons under his convoy for Europe, according to the instructions he had received from the king; but the governor of the place, and the general of the plate-fleet, suspecting such an offer, would neither suffer him to enter the harbour, nor put the galleons under his protection.
There might be a man in Leamington, but he didn't believe Nevil had come to see him. "You are growing very energetic, Nevil," he said slowly, "all this trouble over some fraudulent records." "They might be genuine, and really important," Nevil suggested cautiously. "At all events I was not returning till Saturday, and Mr. Masters wants me to stay till Monday now, and go to London with him then."
I wrote to her that I was unchanged and I was entirely changed, another creature, anything Lord Romfrey may please to call me. 'But, Nevil, I repeat, if Miss Halkett should hear . . . ? 'She knows by this time. 'At present she is ignorant of it. 'And what is Miss Halkett to me? 'More than you imagined in that struggle you underwent, I think, Nevil.
He is dead. I wished you to marry one of your own countrywomen, Nevil.
He drew her into the library, and there threw open a vast placard lying on the table. It was printed in blue characters and red. 'This is what I got by the post this morning. I suppose Nevil knows about it. He wants tickling, but I don't like this kind of thing. It 's not fair war. It 's as bad as using explosive bullets in my old game.
Nevil looked up and beheld her lifted finger. 'You are composing a love-letter, Nevil! The accusation sounded like irony. 'No, said he, puffing; 'I wish I were! 'What can it be, then? He thrust pen and paper a hand's length on the table, and gazed at her. 'My dear Nevil, is it really anything serious? said she. 'I am writing French, ma'am. 'Then I may help you.
For a high-spirited gentleman like your father to approve, or at least accept, an act so barbarous is incomprehensible. Speak to him, Cecilia, will you? Let him know your ideas. She assented. He said instantly, 'Persuade him to speak to my uncle Everard. She was tempted to smile. 'I must do only what I think wise, if I am to be of service, Nevil. 'True, but paint that scene to him.
'Already, said Everard, 'they have knocked the nation's head off, and dry-rotted the bone of the people. 'Don't they, Nevil asked, 'belong to the Liberal party? 'I'll tell you, Everard replied, 'they belong to any party that upsets the party above them. They belong to the GEORGE FOXE party, and my poultry-roosts are the mark they aim at.
"There's a shorter way down this narrow street we are passing." "Ay," Nevil answered; "but let us go by the way of the market-place." His thought was that none too soon could occur general recognition that Sir Mortimer Ferne dwelt in the English camp and walked with English leaders. The square, as it proved, was no desert.
She had no clear answer to that, save the hope of its being an unfounded apprehension. 'As far as it is in my power, Nevil, I will avoid injustice to him in my thoughts. He gazed at her thankfully. 'Well, said he, 'that's like sighting the cliffs. But I don't feel home round me while the colonel is so strangely prepossessed.
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