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"She used to be," was Judith's frank reply. "But since you've become an artist, like Aunt Louise, she fairly adores you!",Elinor smiled ruefully. "And I'd like to swap with you," she said. "I'd much prefer a quiet time like I had in the head class this morning, or an agreeable time like you had, to anything riotous.","I know she's going to be a treat," she declared. "I hope she keeps whole for a while at least, until I get better acquainted.",Some said he had gone to India, others to Van Diemen's Land, but in truth none knew, or cared to know, save Elspeth, the old nurse, who had tended him and his father before him, and who in her heart nourished for him an undying affection.,“Put some sunshine into your voices children,” admonished Nell.,"Oh! so you can ride, then," says Lauderdale, alluding probably to the cause of his late merriment.,Major Jen recoiled from the young girl in amazement.,“Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly.,And as she said this she suddenly lifted her eyes half-veiled, dark, and beaming to her father's face.,"And yet Nelson," said Lady Larmont, "liked the Merchant Service so well that he was reluctant to leave it to enter the Royal Navy. When he came from his West India voyage in a Merchant ship his favourite saying was, 'Aft the more honour. Forward the better man.'","Shot himself! How?" she says, hoarsely, her bosom rising and falling tumultuously. "Jenkins, answer me.",“Who?”.