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"Frank--if I could make you understand--"
They were walking towards a recess, when Lady Tyrrell fastened upon
Raymond. "Pray find my sister; she forgets that we have to be at
Lady Granby's--Oh! are you there, Lenore! Will you see her down,
Mr. Poynsett? Well, Frank, did you get as far as you intended?"
And she went down on his arm, her last words being, "Take care of
yourself till we meet at home. For this one year I call Sirenwood
home--then!"
Raymond and Lenore said no more to one another. The ladies were put
into the carriage. The elder brother bade Frank take care of Cecil,
and started for Westminster with the poor lad's blank and
disappointed face still before his eyes, hoping at least it was well
for him, but little in love with life, or what it had to offer.


CHAPTER XXI
Awfully Jolly

When life becomes a spasm,
And history a whiz,
If that is not sensation,
I don't know what it is.--LEWIS CARROLL
"Is Lady Rosamond at home?"
"No, ma'am."
"Nor Mrs. Charnock?"
"No, ma'am; they are both gone down to the Rectory.


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