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The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900 ... - Gredos

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

notorious in that accursed place that her name was in every one's mouth. At the actual<br />

sound of this name he sprang to his feet, and was<br />

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on the point of angrily taking the two speakers to task for their impertinence, when a<br />

shadow suddenly fell across the sunlit entrance to the enclosure, and the young<br />

gentlemen simultaneously rose.<br />

"Talk of the devil," he heard one of them mutter; and in another moment a lady crossed<br />

the threshold and looked inquiringly around.<br />

It was the same lady whom Simon had before noticed; but the recent conversation had<br />

given him a clue, and he now recalled when and where he had previously seen her. It<br />

was in the Prince's “box” the night before. This dignified, sweet-faced lady was no other<br />

than Mrs. Fitzherbert herself.<br />

She bowed to the two friends a little coldly, responded quietly to some trivial<br />

observation which they made, and finally sat down. <strong>The</strong> dandies took a respectful leave<br />

of her, and swaggered away, arm in arm; and then she turned, fixing once more her<br />

beautiful mournful eyes on Simon.<br />

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CHAPTER XXXII.<br />

Thou art alone<br />

(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,<br />

Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,<br />

Obeying in commanding, and thy parts<br />

Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out)<br />

<strong>The</strong> queen of earthly queens. — Shakespeare.<br />

For a full minute <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> and the lady, who, if report said truly, was the true<br />

wife of the Heir to the Throne, sat gazing earnestly at each other. <strong>The</strong>n Simon,<br />

removing his hat, rose, and said respectfully:—

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