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You told us you were married." Braithwaite was still smiling. "I am." To their amazement he slipped his arm about Ann and kissed her sleepy, tender mouth. "Terry is safe with your Ladyship's sister. We took her there when she arrived last night." He turned to Tabs. "You said that I was the better man. I'm not. It was your sense of duty that always urged me.
And there's no, you mustn't bother the Archbishop. But there's the Dean. You might write to him! And there's Colonel Braithwaite and Mrs. Braithwaite. They're all dears. You might write to any of them. Only I'd much rather you didn't." "Why?" I said. I thought I was entitled to ask why. "Because," she said, "it'll only mean a lot more bother for me."
It made a new man of me, after my long journey and my cold, damp drive. I was for chatting with Mrs. Braithwaite when she came up to clear away. I thought she might be glad to talk after the life she must lead with her afflicted husband, but it seemed to have had the opposite effect on her.
"Come with me, then," said he, "and I yield my purpose." "It cannot be," said Elsie. The dialogue had reached this point, when there came a step along the wood-path; the branches rustled, and there was Lord Braithwaite, looking upon the pair with the ordinary slightly sarcastic glance with which he gazed upon the world. "A fine morning, fair lady and fair sir," said he.
But after his eighth birthday that had been done away with, Miss Braithwaite considering it babyish.
And yet it seemed very strange that Redclyffe should have gone so unceremoniously; nor was he half satisfied, though he knew not why he should be otherwise. "Do you happen to know Mr. Redclyffe's address in London," asked the Warden. "Not at all," said Braithwaite.
"I don't know what causes it, but I even now cannot think of the venomous little man without a feeling of dread a creeping sensation, Braithwaite. Do you know what it is?" "Not exactly," said I. "But the remedy I suggest is not to think of him. Whenever his image appears banish him with a kick. Or, let me be serious, O'Carroll.
He scarcely withdrew the glass from his eye. "What do you make her out to be, O'Carroll?" I asked. "Braithwaite, as I am a living man, she's the Mignonne," he answered, in a hoarse voice, his countenance still further showing the agitation of his mind: "if that villain La Roche gets hold of me again, he'll not let me escape with my life.
The exploit of the six in blowing up the flatboat and sending the cannon to the bottom of the river seemed to them a proof that they could do anything and defeat any attempt upon Fort Prescott. But Henry and Major Braithwaite in the cupola of the blockhouse once more looked southward over the surface of the Ohio and wondered why the fleet did not come.
Benjamin bent lower over his table; now and then he caught the dear tones of Mary Stella's voice or her laughter at some sally of Pete or Leon. He knew when she went up the road with Braithwaite; he caught the last glimpse of her light dress as she passed out of sight on the cliffs above, but he worked steadily on and gave no sign. It was late when they finished.
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