Scheherazade: a London night's entertainmentWarden, Florence
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Scheherazade: a London night's entertainment
Warden, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century
And Clarence, who had never had such a mark of her favour before, felt
all on fire, and wished he dared to hold her fingers where they had so
unexpectedly placed themselves. But the overwhelming reverence he felt
for this small girl taught him discretion, and you might have thought,
by the stiffness with which he held himself under her touch, that a
wasp had settled upon him, and that he was afraid to move for fear of
provoking it to sting. But they walked back together to the Hoe in a
very amicable manner, Clarence feeling that luck had helped him to
make a splendid move, and Ella wondering whether by the acceptance of
twenty thousand pounds from a man she could be considered in any way
to have compromised herself.
CHAPTER XXXII.
Three weeks passed very quietly for George Lauriston and his wife
without any markedly apparent result of the doctor’s visit, except
that George, trying to shake off the lethargy into which he had sunk
since his imprisonment, had put himself into harness for a new battle
with fortune by writing articles on the condition of the army for a
local paper. He also took a journey to London to fulfil his
long-promised revenge upon Rahas, and would probably have got himself
into fresh trouble by using other than legal means of chastisement
upon the Arabian, if that ingenious gentleman had not just got into a
little difficulty with the excise officers over a large consignment of
choice tobacco which was more than suspected of having paid no duty,
and some silver goods not up to standard, the hall-mark on which had
been forged, which forced him to leave the land of his adoption for
shores where genius is more respected.
Both George and Nouna for a long time refrained from mentioning her
mother’s name, and it was with some emotion that they both recognised
her handwriting one day outside a letter directed to the husband, the
postmark of which was Bath. George took it away to read, and Nouna
made no remark, but when he came back to her, holding it open in his
hand, he found that she was trembling with intense excitement. She
took it from him with a passionately anxious glance, but gathered
comfort from his gravely smiling face.
Nouna then read these words:
“My dear Mr. Lauriston,
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