Dynevor Terrace: or, the clue of life — Volume 2 by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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as she wheedled poor Conway. I will let her see how I esteem plain
dealing! I don't say that I see my way through this business; but we'll talk it over together, and settle matters without my Lady.' James hardly knew where he was, between joy and surprise. The invitation was extended to his companion; but Fitzjocelyn discerned that both James and Mr. Mansell would prefer being left to themselves; he had a repugnance to an immediate discussion with the one aunt, and was in haste to carry the tidings to the other: and besides, it was becoming possible that letters might arrive from the travellers. Actuated by all these motives, he declined the offer of hospitality, and rowed across to Bickleypool, enlightening the Captain on the state of affairs as far as he desired. CHAPTER II. THE THIRD TIME. Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And you the toast of all the town, I sighed and said, amang them a', Ye are not Mary Morison. BURNS. |
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