Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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both my hands between his, the tears running down his face, without the
contraction of one feature.--If sorrow could be express'd in stone, he then appear'd the very statue which was to represent it. I attempted to speak. Don't speak yet, he cried;--don't make yourself ill again: thank heaven, you are better!--This is some sudden chill; why have you ventur'd out without clogs? How delicate,--how seasonable, this hint! Without it could I have met his eye, after the weakness I had betrayed?--We had now no more interesting subjects; I believe he thought I had _enough_ of them. It was near two when we reach'd the Abbey. Sir James and Mr. Morgan were just return'd from a ride;--Lady Powis met us on the Green, where she said she had been walking some time, in expectation of her strollers,--She examin'd my countenance very attentively, and then ask'd Lord Darcey, if he had remember'd her injunctions? What reason, my Lady, have you to suspect the contrary? he returned--Well, well, said she, I shall find you out some day or other;--but her Ladyship seem'd quite satisfied, when I assured her I had been no farther than the Beach-walk. Cards were propos'd soon after dinner: the same party as usual.--Mr. Morgan is never ask'd to make one;--he says he would as soon see the devil as a card-table.--We kept close at it 'till supper.--I could not help observing his Lordship blunder'd a little;--playing a diamond for a spade,--and a heart for a club,--I took my leave at eleven, and he |
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