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<p style="color: #FFFFFF;">Indeed I did! Nina was still smiling over the thought of her midnight raid on the pantry with a flattering and laughing and girlish Ladybird, a Ladybird who had simply never gotten over that chance encounter with Father in the upper hall, and who had talked of it, and of their slippered feet and kimonos, through hours of delicious giggling and embarrassment. Poor Nina! Harriet found her sobbing on her bed, half an hour later, and took it for a sign that the wound would cure, that Nina did not resent her sympathy and comfort. Nina was still heaving with deep sobs, albeit taking steps toward a hot bath and a becoming gown, when Ida went away. Her farewells were made only to the composed interloper, who went with her pleasantly to the hall door, and turned back with some remark for Bottomley that was in the perfect tone of the mistress. Idas heart was hot within her as she looked her last at Crownlands, in the mellow light of the summer twilight.
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No record of such a voyage is extant, although possibly the presence of the king is a bold example of poetic license, and the reference is to an earlier and more disastrous embassy than that finally sent by the Regency of Scotland, after Alexanders death, to their young queen, Sir Michael Scott of wizard fame being at that time one of the ambassadors.Finlay, on the other hand, places this ballad in the days of James III. , who married Margaret of Denmark. Here we have historic testimony of the voyage, but none of the shipwreck,--yet against any one of these theories the natural objection is brought that so lamentable a disaster, involving so many nobles of the realm, would hardly be suffered to escape the pen of the chronicler.
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<p><span style="color: #FFFFFF;">The door opened and Huggo walked in. His face was very flushed and his articulation a little odd. When, after greetings, he sat down, he sat down with a curiously unsteady thud and gave a little laugh and said, Whoa, mare, steady! It appeared, after explanations, that he had come to talk about this Oxford business. I really cant very well go to Oxford now, father. I really ought to start in some money-making business now, and Ive got a jolly good opening promised me. I really ought to take it. There were some hard and bitter things said between his father and the boy. The boy fumbled--he obviously had been drinking--between would not or could not say very much as to who it was that he had married. Huggo, very red, increasingly difficult to understand, said, Its a plain enough question. Its a plain enough question. Ive come here to be perfectly frank and plain and plain enough question. The fact is I dont know very much about her plain enough p
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