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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Eustace Diamonds"

Oh, I am so weary. Is it much farther? I have lost all reckoning as
to time and place."
"We change at the next station but one. It will soon be over now. Will you
have a glass of sherry? I have some in my flask." Again she shook her
head. "It is a long way down to Portray, I must own."
"Oh, I am so sorry that I have given you the trouble to accompany me."
"I was not thinking of myself. I don't mind it. It was better that you
should have somebody with you--just for this journey."
"I don't know why this journey should be different from any other," said
Lizzie crossly. She had not done anything that made it necessary that she
should be taken care of--like a naughty girl.
"I'll see you to the end of it now, anyway."
"And you'll stay a few days with me, Frank? You won't go away at once? Say
you'll stay a week. Dear, dear Frank; say you'll stay a week. I know that
the House doesn't meet for ever so long. Oh, Frank, I do so wish you'd be
more like yourself." There was no reason why she should not make one other
effort, and as she made it every sign of fatigue passed away from her.
"I'll stay over to-morrow certainly," he replied.


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