Lord Brackenbury

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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: read by any but those who are as shallow as myself. Thank heaven however, their name is legion. What would become of the circulating libraries, if the British public was not providentially blessed with an instinctive craving for rubbish ? Such was Mrs. Pennefeather's estimate of her own abilities; and, due abatement made for exaggeration, she was probably not far wrong. The baby having, meanwhile, been kissed to within an inch of his life, Mrs. Pennefeather put him back into his cot, and said sudden- Is it true, by the way, that Lancelot Brack- enbury is going up to the House of Lords ? Who says so? Everyone, I believe. Derwent met Dr. Saunders last evening, riding home from Singleton, and he said the whole town was talking about it. Already ? Then it is true Well, it was time. Things could not go on in an everlasting interregnum; and the tenantry, I know, were discontented. I believe it was considered necessary, said Winifred; but it is none the less painful. Painful at first, no doubt; but that is a painfulness that will quickly wear away with use. At all events, I am glad it is settled . . . glad, too, that my dear Winifred will be Lady Brackenbury after all. Mrs. Pennefeather Her face crimson, her eyes flaming, her lips quivering, Miss Savage stood the incarnation of outraged pride. My dear, I did not mean to offend you. You have offended me very much, said Winifred, haughtily. I am dreadfully sorry. I would not have said it for the world, if I had thought you would mind it. How could I be so stupid?so unguarded ? . . . What shall I say to excuse myself? Say nothing, rather than go on adding to the offence. ' Unguarded ' What do you mean by ' unguarded' ? Do you dare to?to imply ... Her v...