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Beauchamp's Career -- Volume 7

Beauchamp's Career -- Volume 7

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Chapter 1 AT THE COTTAGE ON THE COMMON

Word Count: 2681    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

s were driving from the door; idle men with hands deep in their pockets hung near it, some women pointing their shoulders under wet shawls, and boys. The earl was on foot. With no sign of disco

nd lingered in it, looking at the long, green-extended windows, apparently listening, before they broke away to exchange undertone speech

he service prevailed. The boys were subdued by the moisture, as they are when they

pecially the behaviour

hat an event h

of a sickness t

-horses on the straightest line of road, or by express train on the triangle of railway, in case of an extreme need requiring him to hasten back to his wife and renew his paternal-despotic system with her. She had but persuaded him of

im, an insane young chorister or canon were galloping straight on end hippomaniacally through the Psalms. The

orms of Radical lamentation, ululation, possibly practised by a veteran impieti

set howling, Lord Romfrey was presently moved to as

er, sir,' said a wet-s

y hours already, sir,'

he 've been at i

y hours had been reached. 'Father heerd'n yesterday morning as he was aff to 's

ittle way up to the house, and under the commande

lked away, walked

ice, he would have said, was tra

ter geese changeing waters. Shower gusts, and the wail and hiss of the rows of fir-trees bordering the garden, came between, and allowed him a moment's incredulity as to its being a human voice. Such a cry will often haunt the moors and wolds from above at nightfall. The voice hied on, sa

clouds could not be thinner and stran

lay in begging him to enter the house: in the confusion of the household his

a dead man?'

his prolonged fit of raving, I don't dare to predict. In the course of my experienc

bran

d soon hav

verything here

ryth

your hand

a sitting-room, where Dr.

roof of his enemy, he remain

prodigious rate, like the far s

eface one would suppose that these poets were the princes of the earth. Lord Romfrey closed the volume. It was exquisitely bound, and presented to Miss Denham by the Mr. Lydiard. 'The works of your illustrious fath

m familiarly, invite

foot of the stairs he t

ia Ha

ange to him than being there

you think

t answer i

alke

sion of the house, and rang through it at an

ntly than we men, saddened the earl. But, then, it

med above him at th

vast lean length he had onc

houlder and a heel were the supports to him sideways in his distorted attitude. His wall arm hung dead beside his pendent frock-coat; the

rey passe

affirmed the creature lying on

chicken neck: what a s

revelry o

going, resolving to a cry, unwinding itself violently in its hurricane of speech, that was not speech nor excl

moothing it. Miss Denham st

ord Romfrey said

ous,' was

ed about the roo

ay when Lord Romfrey should pass him again: but Dr. Shrapnel heard one

tepped forth and, bowing to him, said: 'I thank

m of access to his house. He would have spoken the effort

han the calculation of the three strides requisite to carry him out of the house plucked at his legs, much as young people are affected by a dancing measure; for he had, without deigning to

his hasty passage

additionally: 'Perfectly well. Shall fear to see you returning yet. Have sent to Tourdestelle. All h

d him on the road he was

am. Cecilia begged him to accept a bed at Mount Laurel

ce overhead, and forgetting to state why she had called at the house and what services s

ked her where t

they will give me a bed or a sofa here to-night-I can't .

ezed he

letters that she had partly replied to. 'Some are from people who can hardly write. There were people who dis

ough the venetian blind

s a play to the

o the flame, saying: 'Envelopes have fallen short. Thes

per and envelopes in th

't use black

hese letters must go by the afternoon post: I do not like to rob the poor anxious people of

s right,' sai

ike the torch of death

be hope,'

hed: 'O

erything that man

l, I am

atch in the room,

e in the day: it is the only rest s

ated the earl, and paused

a. 'All yesterday! all thro

be mi

e animated him was extinguished by the flight of chatt

would be missed. The fellow had bothered the worl

passing through them, Lord Romfrey was besought for the doctor's report of Commander Beauchamp, variously named Beesham, Bosham, Bit

Nevil's laying down his life for such men as these gross excessive breeders, of ill shape and wooden countenance, pushed him to reflections on the madness of Nevil in endeavouring to lift them up and brush them up; and a curious tenderness for Nevil's madness worked in his breast as he c

w like Nevil woul

label-how they bark and snap to rend an obnoxious original! One may chafe at the botheration everlastingly raise

himself into patheti

m on the parlour table at Dr. Shrapnel's. Miss Denham received him. She was about to lie down for her hou

' said Mi

abroad for p

ith a swel

e sofa, and; holding it by one end, said: 'I

was mute an

rson of her age and sex that

e door,' he said

t, my

d her eyes were shut. He looked back throu

e. All in the usual course'; he tr

dinner-table warned him of somet

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