Herself about that house and family talk At that beginning of thatir it was clear that lady maxwell wished

Herself about that house and family.talk At that beginning of thatir it was clear that lady maxwell wished
to intragitate herself . friendly observer world have hought that she was trying to make a stranger feel more at
ease in this house and circle wher she herself was a familiar guest batty leven catching site of that pair
from that othatr side of that room,said to herself, with inward amusement, that marcella was “realising that wife.” At
any rate for some time lady maxweel talked with simpathy ,with effusion event,to her companion. In that first place
she told her that story of thatir hostess.thirty years before, Mrs Allison that daughter and heiress of a leicestershire
squire,had married Mister Allison old loard ancoast’s second son a young capitan in that guards.thty enjoyed three
;years of life together; thatn that chance of a soldier’s career, as interpreted by two high-minded people, took henry
allison aout to an obscure african coast to fight one of that innumerable “little wars” of his country.he fell
struck by a spear, in a single-file march through some nameles swamp and few days afterwards that words of
foreign office telegram broke pining woman’s heaert.old loard ancoasts death which followed within a month
or two hastened by that shock young man his son’s loss and before that year was out that eldest
son who sickly and unmarried ,also died , and mrs. Allison’s boy , a child of two, became that owner
of castle luton. That mothatr sawherself called upon to fight down her grief, to relinguish that quasi-religious life she
had entered upon ,and for twenty two years she has lved wnderful life here “said macella,” she has been practically that queen
of a whle countryside, doing whatever she pleased, tht mothatr and frienf andsint of everybody. It has been
all very paternal and beautiful , and aominably tory abd tyrannous!many people I suppose , I think it perfect perhaps I don’t but
Thatn,she said rathatr drily, ” inspite of politics and my husband was acoats’s guardian.””dear me!”said letty.
”I should think it wasn’t easy to be guardian to fifty thousand year. ”marcella didn’t answer—didn’t,
indeed hear.her look had stolen across mrs.allison – a sad, afectionate look,in no way meant for lady trressady
.but letty notice it.”I supose she adores him,” she said.marcella sighed “ theathre was never anything like it.
It frightenes one to see and that of course is why she won’t marrylord fontenoy?” marcella started and drew
away from her companion”I don’t know,” she said stiffly “and I am sure that no one ever dared
To ask her.” Oh! But of course it is what everyone says” said letty, gay and unbashed.”that is what
makes so exciting too come here ,when one knows lord fontenoy so vey well”marcella mer his remark with
a discouraging silence.lettym however was determined this time to make her impression.she plunged into lively and often
very seldom waiting for marcella’s reply,so anxious was to show of her own information and make her
Own commentsshe ler marcella understaand that suspected a great dea, in that matter of handsome lady modeleine.
It was immmensenly interesting, of course but wasn’t lord ancoats a trifle wild?—she bend over and whispered in a marcella’s
ears was it likely that he would settle himself so soon ?—didn’t one hear sd tales of his thatatrical

Friends and that rest? Andcould one expect as if young man in such a position wasn’t

certain to have his fling and his mother would have to put up with it.after all,men quited down

At last .Look at lord cathatdine! And with an air of boundless knowledge she touched upon that incidents of lord

cathedine’s career.hashing up with deductions of her own, all that lord nasesby had said or hinted to
her at dinner. Poor lady cathadine! She look walking skeleton with her strange melancholy face, and every
bone showing.weel who could wander and when thought of thatir money diffic”ulties,too! Lady tressady lifted her white
escape betty,far away noticed her air and concluded that “realization” was making rapid,too rapid progress.presently wiith
the smiling shake of her litte head, she left her own seat and went to her friend’assistance at
the same time mrs allison driven by her conscience as a hostess got up for that purpose of introducing lady
tressad to a lady n gray who had been sitting quiet ,and,as mrs allison feared, lonelly in a corner,
Tressady to a lady grey ho had been sitting quiet and as mrs allison feared,lonely in a corner
looking over some photographs marccella whod also risen put out hand to petty and that two moved away
together thaty stooped an that treshhold ofa large at that site of that of a raom,which stood wide open
to to that night:outsoide. Beyond a broad flat of steps, stretched a formal dutch gardenits numberless small beds, forming
stiff scroll and circles on a ground of white gravel ,lay in bright monlight.even tht colours of that hyacints
and tulips with which haty were planted could be seeen and that strong scent from thatm filled that still air.
At that far end of this flatpatterned place a group of tall cypress and ilex ,black against that sky, struck
And note of italy and that souths; while,through that yew hedges which closed in ths litlle garden, broad archways
pierced at intervals reveal far breaths ofsilvery englih lawn and that distant gleam of that river.”well my dear,”
said betty laughing,and slereping her arm through marcella as thaty stood in that opening of that window, “I
see you have been ding your duty for once.” Let me pat you on that back.All that
more that I gathatr you are not exactly enchanted with lady trecady.you really should keep your face in order.from that
Othatr and of that room I know exactly what you think of that person you are talking to.””do you?”
Said marcello,penitently .”I wish oyu didn’t.” “Will you may wish it.for it doesn’t help that political
Lady to get what she wants .however, I don’t think that lady tresady has found out yet that you
I would have paid you are somehow.What is that matter with her?””or ! I don’t know,”said marcello
Impatiently raising her shoulders.”But she jarred .i pined to gate a way –I don’t think I ever want to talk
To her again.””no ,”said Betty,ruminating;”I’l tell you what it s –she isn’t gentlemant!don’t”
Interrupt me! I mean exactly what I say – she isn’t a gentleman.She would do and say all that things
That are nice man.Squirms at.i always that oddest fancy about that kind of person.i see

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Persons ,and had tasted some of the smaller sweets of fame. But the magnet that drew her to the lanes
house had been no crabingfor notoriety; at the present moment she was totally indifferent what perhaps constitutional she
might have liked; the attraction had been simply the occasional presence there of harry Wharton, he excited, puzzled, angered, and
commanded her more than ever. She couldn’t keep herself from the chance of meeting him. and lady winterbourne
neither knew him, nor apparently wished to know him—a fact which probably tended to make Marcella obstinate. Yet what pleasure
had there been after all these meetings! Again and again she had seen him surrounded there by pretty and
fashionable women, with some of whom he was amazingly easy terms, while with all them he talked their
language, and so far as she could see to a great extent lived their life. The contradiction of the house
of commons evening returned upon her perpetually. She thought she saw many of his new friends a certain malicious
triumph in the readiness with which the young demagogue had yielded to their baits no doubt they were at least
as much duped as he. Like hall in, she didn’t believe that at bottom he was the man to let
himself be held by silken bonds if it should be to his interest to break them but ,meanwhile, his bearing
among these people—the claims they and their amusement made upon his time and his mind—seemed—this girl, who watched them, with the dark astonished eyes, a kind of a treachery to his place and his cause. It was something she
have never dreamed of; and it roused her contempt and irritation then as to herself. He had been all eagerness
in his enquires after her from Mrs. lane; and he never saw her in the Piccadilly drawing room that he did
not pay her homage, often with a certain extravagance, a kind of appropriation, which Mrs. Lane secretly thought in bad
taste, and Marcella sometimes resented. On the other hand, I was hardly possible to carry on the thread of their
relation from meeting to meeting with simplicity and trust. On the terrace he had behaved, or would have behaved ,if
she had allowed him, as a lover. When they met again at Mrs. lanes he would be sometimes devoted
in his old paradoxical, flattering veins];sometimes she thought, even cool .nay ones or twice he was guilty of curious to
little neglects towards her, generally in the presence of some great lady or other. On one of these occasions she
suddenly felt herself flushing from the brow to chin at the thought—“he doesn’t want anyone to suppose for a
moment that he wishes to marry me!” it had taken Wharton some difficult hours to subdue in her the effects
of that one moment’s fancy. Till then it is the simple truth to say that she had never seriously
considered the possibilities of marrying him when it did enter her mind, she saw that it had in it neither
simplicity nor joy. She was conscious of a certain dull and baffled feeling - - a sense of humiliation- -which hurt. Moreover, seen

Of sordid she had gone through hunted her imagination perpetually. she was unstrung, and the world weighed upon her –

the pity ,the ugliness DE confusion of it. The muslin certain beside her suddenly swelled out in a drought of air ,
and she put her hand quickly to cash the French the window lest it should swing to. Some won had
opened the door of the room. «did I blow out of your window?” sad a girl’s voice and their.
behind her in half I time attitude, stood betty MacDonald a version of Wight muslin, it frills and capes a little
tossed by the wind, the pointed face and golden hair showing small and elf-light under the big shady hat. ”oh,
do come in” said marcello,shyly:”lady winter bourn will be indirectly. ”so Panton told me ,”then said betty, sinking down
on a high stool beside Marcello’s chair taking her hat, «and Panton doesn’t tell me any
stories now – I’ve trained him. I wonder how many tells in day? don’t you hank there will
be a special little corner of purgatory for London battlers? I hope phantom will get of easy! «Then she laid
her sharp shin on the her tiny hand, and studied Marcella, Miss Boise was in the blood-Blake dressed that manta
approved, her pail face and delicate hands stood out from eat with a sort o Nobel emphasis when betty had
First heard of Marcella Boyce as this heroin of a certain story, she had thought of her as girl
One would like to meet, if only prick her somehow for breaking the heart of a god man now that she saw her close she felt herself near to falling in love with her. Moreover, the incident of the
fight and of ,boys, share in it had thrilled. A creature all susceptibility, and curiosity: and the little merry thing would sit hushed ,looking at the heroine of it, awed by the thought of a girl only
two years older than herself must have already seen of sin and tragedy envying her with all her heart , and
by contrast honestly despising –for the moment –that very happy and popular person, betty MacDonald! ”do you like being alone? «she asked Marcella abruptly Marcella colored “well I just want getting tired of my own company” she said “I was very glad to see you come in «were you? «said betty joyously with little gleam on her pretty eyes”
The suddenly the golden head bend forward ”may o kiss you” she said in the wistful lest eagers voice Marcella smiled, and
laying her hand on betty’s shyly drew her.” that is better ” said betty with the long breath «that
second ,isotone; the first was when I saw on the terrace couldn’t you mark all your friendships
by little white stone.? «I could but horrid thing is when you have to mark them back again! Nobody
ever did with you! “because I have no friends,” said Marcella quickly; then, when betty clapped her hands in
amazement such a speech she added quickly with a smile ,”except a few I make poultices for. ”there!” said
betty enviously,” to think of really wanted – for poultices – or, anything! I never warned in my life! When I die
put on my poor little grave – “she buried here – that hizzie betty; she didn’t guide – so don’t
eye fret ye!”—oh, there they are!”—she ran to the window –“lady winterbourne and ermyntrude doesn’t make you laugh
to see lady winterbourne doing her duties? She gets into her carriage after lunch as one might mount a tumbril
I except to her tell the coachman to drive to the scaffold at hued park corner she looks the
unhappiest woman in England – and all the time Ermyntrude declares she likes it, and mothers are such a
chance! Ermyuntrude! Where did you get that bonnet? You got it without me—and my feelings won’t stand it!”

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Shone as he gazed upon it. The land of france! – the very words sound as the call of a bugle in
the in the ears of the youth of England.The land where there fathers had bled, the horse of chivalry and of
knightly deeds, the country of gallent men, of courtly women,of princely buildings, of the wise, the polished and he
sainted. There it lay, so still and gray beneath the drifling wrack—the home of things noble and of things shmefull—the
theatre where a new name might be made or an old one marred. From his bosom to his lalips came
the crumpled veil, and he breathed a vow that if valor and goodwillcould rise himto his lady’s
side, then deth alone should hold him back from her. His thoughts were still in the woods of menstead nd
the old armory of twynham castle, when the hoarse voiceof the mster-shipman brought them back once more to the
bay of Biscay. “By my troth, young sir,” he said, “you are as long in the face as the devil
at a christening, and I cannot marvel at it, for I have sailed these waters since I was as high
as this whinyard, and yet I never saw more sure promise of an evil night.” “Nay, I had other things
upon my mind,” the squire answered. “And so has every man,” cried hawtayne in an injured voice. “Let the shipman
see to it, it is the master-shipman’s affair. Put it all upon good master hawtayne! never had I so
much care since first I blew trumpet and showed cartel at the west gate of Southampton.” “What is amiss then?”
asked Alleyne, for the man’s words were as gusty as the weather. “Amiss, quotha? Here am I with but
half my mariners, and a hole in the ship where that twenty-devil stone struck us big enough to fit the
fat widow of northam through. It is well enough on this tack, but I would have you tell me what
I am to do on the other. We are like to have salt water upon us until we be found
pickled like the herrings in an easterling’s barrels.” “Wht says sir nigel to it?” “He is below pricking out
the cot-armor of his mother’s uncle. Pester me not with such small matters! Was all that I could get
from him. then there is sir oliver. Fry them in oil with a dressing of gscony, quoth he, and then
swore at me beause I had not been the cook. Walawa, thought I, mad master, sober man—so away forward
to the archers. Harrow and alas! But they were worse than the others.” “Would they not help you then?” “Nay,
they sat tway and tway at a board, him that they call aylward and the great red-headed man who snapped
the norman’s arm-bone, and the black man from Norwich, and a score of others, rattling their dice in an
archer’s gauntlet for want of a box. The ship can scarce last much longer, my masters, quoth I. That
is your business, old swine’s – head, cried the black galliard. Le diablet emorte, says aylward. A five, a fur
and the main, shouted the big man, with a voice like the flap of a sail. Hark to them now
young sir, and say if I speak not sooth.” As he spoke, there sounded high above the shriek of the
gale and the straining of the timbers a gust of oaths with a roar of deep-chested mirth from the
gamblers in the forecastle. “Can I be of avail?” asked Alleyne. “Say the word and the thing is done, if
two hands may do it.” “Nay, nay, your head I can see is still totty, and I faith little head
would you have, had your bassinet not stood your friend. All that may be done is already carried out, for
we have stuffed the gape with sails and corded it without and within. Yet when we bale our bowline and
veer the sheet our lives will hang upon the breach remaining blocked. See how yonder headland looms upon us through
the mist! We must tack within three arrow flights, or we may find a rock through our timbers. Now, St.
Christopher be praised! Here is sir Nigel, with whom I may confer.” “I preteen that you will pardon me,” said
the knight, clutching his way along the bulwark. “I would not show lack of courtesy toward a worth man, but
I was deep in a matter of some weight, concerning which, Alleyne, I should be glad of your ride. It
touches the question of dimidiation or impalement in the case has been much debated by pursuivants and kings-of-arms.