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No wonder that he stood silent, grave, his lips drawn in to sternness. Mr. Galloway soon departed again. He had left his dinner untouched upon his table. Mr. Huntley took the occasion to leave with him; and, in the earnestness of discussion, they all went out with them to the hall, except Constance. This was Mr. Yorke's opportunity.
She placed his hand on his breast, and, obeying his dying injunctions, refrained from giving way to her feelings. Not till they were near the north shore, and safe for the present from their enemies, did she speak. She then endeavoured to prepare Cora for the discovery of her brother's death. "I feared it was so," replied Cora, when Constance had told her clearly what had happened.
The December day began to close in, the gas was lighted, Constance was seen disconsolately peeping out at the waiting- room door to see whether the private conference were over. They joined her again, and Mr.
Beauty is so truly the weapon of woman, that it is as impossible for her, even in grief, wholly to forget its effect, as it is for the flying warrior to look with indifference on the sword with which he has won his trophies or his fame. Nor was Constance that evening disposed to be indifferent to the effect she should produce.
If you only knew I wish you knew." "Perhaps I know more than you suppose. Come, Miss Lind, let us understand one another. Your family want your cousin to marry Lady Constance. I know that. She does not object. I know that too. He does." "Oh!" exclaimed Marian, "you are wrong. He does not."
She had listened in amazement to Mignon's recital. Could she believe her ears? Had her hitherto-beloved Marjorie been guilty of trouble-making? And all for the sake of Constance Stevens. Marjorie must indeed care a great deal for her. She had not been mistaken, then, in her belief that she had been supplanted in her chum's heart.
It was in order to fill up the void thus created in his finances that he had espoused the half-million represented by Constance an ugly creature, as he himself bitterly acknowledged, coarse male as he was. Truth to tell, she was so thin, so scraggy, that before consenting to make her his wife he had often called her "that bag of bones."
Hamish, and Arthur, and I, must try and be more active than we have been." "You!" echoed Arthur. "Why, what can you do, Constance?" A soft blush rose to her cheeks. "I tell you that I have seemed to anticipate this," she said, "and my mind has busied itself with plans and projects. I shall look out for a situation as daily governess." A groan of anger burst from Tom.
Mr. Peel-Swynnerton said he was told positively ye were a widow. That's why I never. ..." She stopped. Her face was troubled. "Of course I always passed for a widow, over there," said Sophia. "Of course," said Constance quickly. "I see. ..." "And I may be a widow," said Sophia. Constance made no remark. This was a blow. Bursley was such a particular place.
Meantime I lowered Constance to the floor, having just remembered that in such a case the head should be kept low. Her face was positively deathly lips, cheeks, all alike gray-white, save for the purple hollows under both eyes.
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