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Kenelm Chillingly, Book 3.

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 1056    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

ght she discovered much latent gentleness under the cold and mournful gravity of its expression; and, attributing the silence he maintained to

summer weather, Mr. Chillingly. I believe such pedestrian exercises

goes. It is only a tame dog that one finds on the road travelling by himself; and th

I hear, that you have not be

not a mad one. But pardon me: we are nearing the marquee;

Cecilia's ar

garden-bench. "I have no engagement for the next dance, an

r stretching himself on the rack, took his

college with

w

ought clev

ot a doub

ction. My father takes a warm interest in his success,

re in debate; at the end of those years he will be an under-secretary; in five years more he will be a Cabinet Minister, and the representative of an important section of opinions; he will be an irreproachable private character, and his wife will be seen wearing the family d

with which Kenelm delivered these oracular sentences, and the whole prediction seemed stra

r. Chillingly?" she asked, f

whose hand you could c

tell me my

And when we believe such and such is to be our fate, we are too apt to work out our life into the verification of t

eerful fortune than that tragical ill

e question. Mr. Gray is too good a poet for people to read nowadays, o

all arou

ters of h

sfortune's b

here is no cloud over the summer stars; our conscience is clear; our hearts untroubled: why

Mr. Chillingly, I wish to impress on you the moral fact that one good turn deserves another. I have yielded to your w

studied with squires no less than with farmers; besides, he had taken a liking to Travers. That graceful /ci-devant/ Wild

ion. Would the middle

e better. Why

That may occupy two or three days, and meanwhile I must wri

y day yo

ree

, hark! the

too fleeting period of the modern world; with the nobles and wits of Paris, when Paris had wits and nobles; with Moliere and the warm-hearted Duke who is said to have been the original of Moliere's Misanthrope; with Madame de Sevigne and the Racin

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