Dynevor Terrace: or, the clue of life — Volume 1 by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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interposed by asking where the cousins had met, and whether they had
known each other. 'I knew him by what you said yesterday,' said Mary. 'Louis le Debonnaire? asked Mrs. Frost, smiling. 'No, Mary; not that name!' he exclaimed. 'It is what Jem calls me, when he has nothing more cutting to say--' 'Aye, because it is exactly what you look when you know you deserve a scolding--with your shoulders pulled down, and your face made up!' said his aunt, patting him. When Mrs. Ponsonby and Mary had left the room to dress, Louis exclaimed, 'And that is Mrs. Ponsonby! How ill she does look! Her very voice has broken down, though it still has the sweet sound that I could never forget! Has she had advice?' 'Dr. Hastings saw her in London,' said his father. 'He sent her into the country at once, and thinks that there is fair hope that complete rest of spirits may check the disease.' 'Will she stay here?' said Louis, eagerly. 'That would be like old times, and we could make her very comfortable. I would train those two ponies for her drives--' 'I wish she would remain here,' said his father; 'but she is bent on becoming my aunt's tenant.' |
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