Barford Abbey by Susannah Minific Gunning
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France?
Not absolutely fix'd, my Lord; a month or two hence, perhaps. This I said, that he might not know exactly the time when I shall set out. _A month_ or _two!_ O! that will be just the thing, just as I could wish it.-- What does your Lordship mean? Only that I intend spending part of the winter in Paris; and if I should not be deemed an _intruder_, perhaps the same yacht may carry us over. I was never more at a loss for a reply. Going to France, my Lord! in a hesitating voice.--I never heard,--I never dreamt,--your Lordship had such an intention. Well, you do not forbid it, Miss Warley? I shall certainty be of your party: _I forbid it_, my Lord! _I forbid it!_ What right have _I_ to controul your Lordship's actions? Besides, we should travel so short a way together, it would be very immaterial. Give me Leave, Madam, in this respect to be the judge; perhaps every one is not bless'd with that _happy_ indifference.--What may be very _immaterial_ to _one_,--may be matter of the _highest_ importance to _another_. |
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