“My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. " And running on in this way, he carefully concealed the tools. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. It was no marriage at all. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it. Wood went on fuming, and the trio went on laughing for some minutes, nobody knew why or wherefore, until the party was increased by Mr. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs.
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