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The Daily Dispatch: may 9, 1861., [Electronic resource], Diplomatic correspondence. (search)
up, and prepares for home. With coat buttoned to the throat, and hat drawn over his eyes, Mark Edwards turned his steps towards Islington, and cheerfully faces the rough wind and drizzling rain, whit home, as he turns the corner of the street, where stands his own trim little domicile. Mrs. Edwards is peering into the darkness through the folds of the muslin curtains, and has the door open n drops from his bushy whiskers, and kissing him compassionately; "and how late you are !" Edwards looks up at the clock as he struggles out of his dripping coat: "I am late indeed," he answers;tied together with a piece of ribbon, the which Fanny, laughing and blushing, confesses are Mr. Mark Edwards's love effusions before marriage, carefully preserved to bear witness against him when he bRobert's brother, and regrets uttered, even in his hearing, that a respectable young man like Mr. Edwards should lower himself by such a connection, are suddenly remembered and dwelt upon. He pauses