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In fact, Thomas Newcome had overdrawn his little account. There was no such balance of affection in that bank of his brothers, as the simple creature had expected to find there. When he was gone, Sir Brian went back to his parlour, where sate young Barnes perusing the paper. "My revered uncle seems to have brought back a quantity of cayenne pepper from India, sir," he said to his father.
On the morning of her departure, Miss Wendover contrived to have a tete-a-tete with Sir Reginald; in the course of which she informed him that she meant to leave half her money to her niece Bessie, and the other half to her nephew Brian Walford. 'The land, of course, will go to Brian of the Abbey, she said. 'We Wendovers can't afford to divide the soil.
And Garry, thinking he had come back, believed it." "Kenny," said Whitaker, his patience quite gone, "are you mad? How on earth did Brian force you into that lie?" "By not coming home," said Kenny sulkily. "If he'd come home as a lad should, I needn't have told it. You can see that for yourself." Whitaker dazedly threw up his hands.
Ida lifted her drooping eyelids and looked, not at the Colonel, not at her husband, not at her staunch friend Aunt Betsy, but at that other Brian at him who this night only had declared his love. She looked at him with despair in her eyes, humbly beseeching him to stand between her and this loathed wedlock.
I'll believe in Mr. Brian Luttrell's death when I have seen him screwed into his coffin, followed him to the grave, ordered a headstone, and written his epitaph. And even then, I should feel that there was no knowing whether he had not buried himself under false pretences, and was, in reality, enjoying life at the Antipodes.
Returning in less than three minutes, a warder announced "that the Prior Aymer of Jorvaulx, and the good knight Brian de Bois-Guilbert, commander of the valiant and venerable order of Knights Templars, with a small retinue, requested hospitality and lodging for the night, being on their way to a tournament which was to be held not far from Ashby-de-la-Zouche, on the second day from the present."
"It's a beastly cold wind outside," he said; "I know what we'll do. We'll hang it up in the tool-house. Come on, Ida and Elsie; we'll all have a try." The elder sister responded readily, but Elsie hung back, made some excuse, and went off in another direction. "What a little noodle she's becoming!" remarked Ida to Brian, as Guy proceeded to hang up the target.
"Yes, they're over there. And, I say, Bri, I did hear the grindstone turning last night, and it's too bad of them to say I didn't." "Well, if you did, you did," answered Brian consolingly. "There's no reason to fret yourself about such a trifle." "But Guy tries to make out I was frightened at nothing, and I wasn't." "Not you," grunted Brian, dragging on his boots.
I wanted your seat, and Denis desired, me to excommunicate you out of it, which I did, and you accordingly left it without your own knowledge, consent, or power; I transferred you to where you stand, and you had no more strength to resist me than if you were an infant not three hours in the world!" "I ax God's pardon, an' your Reverence's," said Brian, in a tremor, "if I have given offince.
But he did not pause long upon that thought, sweeping his blue eyes to hers in a smile. "If you had been a man, Nuala, you had never had fealty from me." "So then it was pity?" and swift anger leaped into her face. "Was it pity that drove Cathbarr to proffer his life for mine?" parried Brian, his eyes grave. He felt a great impulse to speak out all that was in him, but crushed it down.
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