Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	time_n	week_n	12,399	5	9.7424	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27297	The history of the nun, or, The fair vow-breaker written by Mrs. A. Behn.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1689 (1689)	Wing B1737; ESTC R20753	46,192	162

and tho' the House in the Country was the most beautifully Situated in all Flanders she was afraid of a numerous Train and kept him for the most part in this pretty City Mansion which he Adorn'd and Enlarg'd as much as she would give him leave so that there wanted nothing to make this House fit to receive the People of the greatest Quality little as it was But all the Servants and Footmen all but one Valet and the Maid were lodg'd abroad for Isabella not much us'd to the fight of Men about her suffer'd them as seldom as possible to come in her Presence so that she liv'd more like a Nun still than a Lady of the World and very rarely any Maids came about her but Maria who had always permission to come when ever she pleas'd unless forbidden As Villenoys had the most tender violent Passion for his Wife in the World he suffer'd her to be pleas'd at any rate and to live in what Method she best lik'd and was infinitely satisfy'd with the Austerity and manner of her Conduct since in his Arms and alone with him she wanted nothing that could Charm so that she was esteem'd the fairest and best of Wives and he the most happy of all Mankind When she would go abroad she had her Coaches Rich and Gay and her Livery ready to attend her in all the Splendour imaginable and he was always buying one rich Jewel or Necklace or some great Rarity or other that might please her so that there was nothing her Soul could desire which it had not except the Assurance of Eternal Happiness which she labour'd incessantly to gain She had no Discontent but because she was not bless'd with a Child but she submits to the pleasure of Heaven and endeavour'd by her good Works and her Charity to make the Poor her Children and was ever doing Acts of Virtue to make the Proverb good That more are the Children of the Barren than the Fruitful Woman She liv'd in this Tranquillity belov'd by all for the space of five Years and Time and perpetual Obligations from Villenoys who was the most indulgent and indearing Man in the World had almost worn out of her Heart the Thoughts of Henault or if she remember'd him it was in her Prayers or sometimes with a short Sigh and no more tho' it was a great while before she could subdue her Heart to that Calmness but she was prudent and wisely bent all her Endeavours to please oblige and caress the deserving Living and to strive all she could to forget the unhappy Dead since it could not but redound to the disturbance of her Repose to think of him so that she had now transferr'd all that Tenderness she had for him to Villenoys Villenoys of all Diversions lov'd Hunting and kept at his Country House a very famous Pack of Dogs which he us'd to lend sometimes to a young Lord who was his dear Friend and his Neighbour in the Country who would often take them and be out two or three days together where he heard of Game and oftentimes Villenoys and he would be a whole Week at a time exercising in this Sport for there was no Game near at hand This young Lord had sent him a Letter to invite him fifteen Miles farther than his own Villa to hunt and appointed to meet him at his Country House in order to go in search of this promis'd Game So that Villenoys got about a Week's Provision of what Necessaries he thought he should want in that time and taking only his Valet who lov'd the Sport he left Isabella for a Week to her Devotion and her other innocent Diversions of fine Work at which she was Excellent and left the Town to go meet this young Challenger When Villenoys was at any time out it was the custom of Isabella to retire to her Chamber and to receive no Visits not even the Ladies so absolutely she devoted her self to her Husband All the first day she pass'd over in this manner and Evening being come she order'd her Supper to be brought to her Chamber and because it was Washing-day the next day she order'd all her Maids to go very early to Bed that they might be up betimes and to leave only Maria to attend her which was accordingly done This Maria was a young Maid that was very discreet and of all things in the World lov'd her Lady whom she had liv'd with ever since she came from the Monastery When all were in Bed and the little light Supper just carry'd up to the Lady and only as I said Maria attending some body knock'd at the Gate it being about Nine of the Clock at Night so Maria snatching up a Candle went to the Gate to see who it might be when she open'd the Door she found a Man in a very odd Habit and a worse Countenance and asking Who he would speak with He told her Her Lady My Lady reply'd Maria does not use to receive Visits at this hour Pray what is your Business He reply'd That which I will deliver only to your Lady and that she may give me Admittance pray deliver her this Ring And pulling off a small Ring with Isabella's Name and Hair in it he gave it Maria who shutting the Gate upon him went in with the Ring as soon as Isabella saw it she was ready to swound on the Chair where she sate and cry'd Where had you this Maria reply'd An old rusty Fellow at the Gate gave it me and desired it might be his Pasport to you I ask'd his Name but he said You knew him not but he had great News to tell you Isabella reply'd almost swounding again Oh Maria I am ruin'd The Maid all this while knew not what she meant nor that that was a Ring given to Henault by her Mistress but endeavouring to recover her only ask'd her What she should say to the old Messenger Isabella bid her bring him up to her she had scarce Life to utter these last words and before she was well recover'd Maria enter'd with the Man and Isabella making a Sign to her to depart the Room she was left alone with him Henault for it was he stood trembling and speechless before her giving her leisure to take a strict Survey of him at first finding no Feature nor Part of Henault about him her Fears began to lessen and she hop'd it was not he as her first Apprehensions had suggested when he with the Tears of Joy standing in his Eyes and not daring suddenly to approach her for fear of encreasing that Disorder he saw in her pale Face began to speak to her and cry'd Fair Creature is there no Remains of your Henauit left in this Face of mine all o'regrown with Hair Nothing in these Eyes sunk with eight Years Absence from you and Sorrows Nothing in this Shape bow'd with Labour and Griefs that can inform you I was once that happy Man you lov'd At these words Tears stop'd his