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'Self-command, the refuge of the insensible? And now, I told you about dear Harry the other day. He was Eleanor's especial brother, yet his death never seemed to make any difference to her. She scarcely cried: she heard our lessons as usual, talked in her quiet voice showed no tokens of feeling. 'Was her health as good as before? asked Miss Weston.
'No nonsense at all, Claude, cried Jane in her very very pertest tone, 'it is exactly like Eleanor; I am sure I can see her with her hands before her, saying in her prim voice, "I must turn my old black silk and trim it with crape, for I have had a misfortune, and lost my brother." 'Lilias, said Miss Weston, somewhat abruptly, 'did you not wish to sing with me this evening?
I am tired living up here, where there are no people of my own age with whom I can associate." Weston looked at his daughter in surprise. "You used to be happy here, Glen. What has come over you?" "I am older now, daddy, and see things in a different light. What is the good of my education if I am to spend the rest of my days in a place like this?
It was recreation time, and the other boys were all out in the playground. I had no special friend as yet; Rupert had stuck to me all the first day, and had now left me to find my own level. I had lingered near the door as we came out, and there Weston had joined me. He now led me back into the deserted school-room, and we sat down together on an old black oak locker, at the bottom of the room.
Weston must already be perfectly aware, it was not worth bringing forward again: it could not be done without a reproof to him, which would be giving pain to his wife; and she found herself therefore obliged to consent to an arrangement which she would have done a great deal to avoid; an arrangement which would probably expose her even to the degradation of being said to be of Mrs. Elton's party!
This was, perhaps, a little hard on Major Kinnaird, but Weston to some extent sympathized with his employer's point of view. The contractor was not a sportsman as the term is generally understood, but he was a man who could strip a gun, make or mend harness, or break a horse.
Churchill's state, however, as many were ready to remind her, was liable to such sudden variation as might disappoint her nephew in the most reasonable dependence and Mrs. Weston was at last persuaded to believe, or to say, that it must be by some attack of Mrs. Churchill that he was prevented coming.
I must go and sweeten myself now." I regret to say that "old Cookson" was the shockingly disrespectful way in which this flagitious youth spoke of his reverend and learned tutor. Weston College was a polishing-up establishment.
Well; Colonel Boucher said to me, 'Haw, hum, quite a domestic crisis, by Jove. And so I pretended I didn't know, and he told me all about it. So I said 'Well, it is a domestic crisis, and you'll lose Atkinson. 'Haw, hum, said he, 'and poor Jane, I should say, Mrs Weston, will lose Elizabeth. There!" She got up and lit a cigarette. "Oh, Georgie, do you grasp the inwardness of that?" she said.
The scout seized the gold-hunter's hand and wrung it hard, while he said: "Thank God you are not dead, Weston, for only this night have I heard the truth of your story from the lips of the dying outlaw, Alvin Wolf." "Ha! once my friend, then my foe, for he sided with the Mayhews against me."
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