That rather weighed with him, for he's not really a selfish
animal, if you take him in the right way, and when I appealed to
the memory of his happy childish days, spent amid the daisied
fields of Leighton Buzzard (I suppose daisies do grow there), he
was obviously affected. Anyhow, he gave me his word that he would
put Florinda absolutely out of his mind, and he has agreed to go
for a short trip abroad as the best distraction for his thoughts.
I am going with him as far as Ragusa. If my aunt should wish to
give me a really nice scarf-pin (to be chosen by myself), as a
small recognition of the very considerable service I have done
her, I shouldn't dream of refusing. I'm not one of those who
think that because one is abroad one can go about dressed anyhow."
A few weeks later in Blackpool and places where they sing, the
following refrain held undisputed sway:
"How you bore me, Florrie,
With those eyes of vacant blue;
You'll be very sorry, Florrie,
If I marry you.
Though I'm easygoin', Florrie,
This I swear is true,
I'll throw you down a quarry, Florrie,
If I marry you."
"MINISTERS OF GRACE"
Although he was scarcely yet out of his teens, the Duke of Scaw
was already marked out as a personality widely differing from
others of his caste and period.
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