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'You know that she has been taken up by Lady Isobel Barker? 'Who is Lady Isobel Barker? 'Why, she's a daughter of the Earl of Bournemouth, and she married a fellow on the Stock Exchange. There are all sorts of amusing stories about her. I don't mean anything shady just the opposite.
At a quarter to the hour of dinner she was still silently brushing her mistress's long, splendid, red hair, while Zara stared into the glass in front of her, with sightless eyes and face set. She was back in Bournemouth, and listening to "Maman's air." It haunted her and rang in her head; and yet, underneath, a wild excitement coursed in her blood.
But it won't be till late, I expect," he replied. "Remember, to-morrow we are going for a run to Bournemouth and back," said the girl. "Mrs. Bond has kindly arranged it, and I daresay she will come, too." "I don't know yet, dear," replied Mrs. Bond. The truth was that she intended that the young couple should spend the day alone together. Benton was filled with curiosity.
Wardour's other little girl, a sad invalid, she said, on whose account they were come to Bournemouth; and there was a little more said of bathing, and walking, and whether the place was full; and then Mrs.
Then they had tried Schevleningen for a week, where, he said in a tone of some injury, they had rather thought they might find them, the Marches. The air had been poison to him, and they had come over to England with some notion of Bournemouth; but the doctor in London had thought not, and urged their going home. "All Europe is damp, you know, and dark as a pocket in winter," he ended.
In the majority of instances a moderately sheltered seaside place, with a sandy soil such as Bournemouth, is the best, and a few years' residence there not infrequently overcomes every disposition to asthma through the whole remainder of the patient's life.
At this time, on behalf of Sir Henry Taylor, Reeve had been conducting a negotiation with Longmans for the publication of Taylor's Autobiography, and an agreement had been come to which was to take effect after Taylor's death. From Sir Henry Taylor Bournemouth, August 26th. My dear Mr. Reeve, Thanks for your very kind letter. I am so glad you can take a favourable view of my autobiography.
Poor Emma came up, smiling a wavering smile that was on the edge of tears. She took the envelope, peered within it, and then cried out, "Oh, God bless you, sir!" It contained a letter of admission to a convalescent home at Bournemouth for six months, and the money for the expenses of getting there. "It's my mother's life, sir," cried Emma.
That may seem to you like a dream: yet it is true; and some day, when we have another talk with Madam How, I will show even a child like you that it was true. But what could change a beautiful Chine like that at Bournemouth into a wide sloping glen like this of Bracknell's Bottom, with a wood like Coombs', many acres large, in the middle of it? Well now, think.
Damerel kept regarding her, a look of confusion, of shrinking, of intense and painful scrutiny. 'You know what has happened? 'I had a letter from him this morning, to say that his marriage was broken off nothing else. So I came over from Harrow to see him. But he had hardly a minute to speak to me. He was just starting for Bournemouth. 'And what did he tell you? asked Mrs.
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