Not long after, I had wedged myself in between Vyvyan and Ferguson in their tent, and was sleeping like a log.
One morning he called Vyvyan into his study before starting.
After a grand fresh–water tub, Vyvyan and I sallied out to stretch our legs.
Least of all Stuart liked it when it devolved upon him to give Vyvyan the boot.
Still Miss Vyvyan continued her endeavor to milk, unharmed either by cut or thrust.
The lapse of forty years gave Vyvyan Topsparkle the best possible security against the consequences of his guilt.
Miss Vyvyan went to the green parlor with little Cora, and Louisita began her narrative.
He had aroused his master's suspicions, awakened his fears; and this was how Vyvyan Topsparkle defended himself.
He would be even with Vyvyan Topsparkle before he died, brief as his time might be.
On the table too was a parcel, containing a book which Darrell had lent to Miss Vyvyan some weeks ago, and a note from herself.