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Sir Morton Darley passed his arm under his son's, and helped him quickly along; a whistle brought Nick Garth and another man to his side; and the former carried the lad right up the slope to the entrance of the castle, where a little rest and refreshment recovered the sufferer sufficiently to enable him to relate why he had brought back no fish, a task he had hardly ended, when Master Rayburn entered to dress his second patient's arm.
Leigh made no response, but something in her face and in the poise of her figure bespoke the truth of Darley Champers' words. "I jest come down to tell you," he continued, "that the man I represented when I sold you this quarter, he represented your father, Tank Shirley, and Tank got it through this man away from Jim out of pure hate.
'Condition' Bachelor. 'Rank or profession' Gentleman. 'Residence at the time of Marriage' Frant's Hotel, Darley Street. 'Father's Name and Surname' Allan Armadale. 'Rank or Profession of Father' Gentleman. But suppose, when I produce my copy of the certificate, that some meddlesome lawyer insists on looking at the original register?
"Wild oats!" he thought, as he contemplated the headless, degenerate, weedy issue and result. Both Darley Absworthy and Lord Heddon spoke of the marriage of their offspring as a matter of course. "And if I were not a coward," Sir Austin confessed to himself, "I should stand forth and forbid the banns! This universal ignorance of the inevitable consequence of sin is frightful!
The skill of this odd-tempered, shabby old man was sometimes sought by the jeweller who kept the more ostentatious shop in the High Street; but before Darley would undertake any 'tickle' piece of delicate workmanship for the other, he sneered at his ignorance, and taunted and abused him well.
"Champers, we haven't always worked together out here, but I guess we know each other pretty well. I'm willing to trust you. Are you afraid to trust me?" Darley Champers leaned back in his office chair and stared at the questioner. Horace Carey's heavy hair was very white now, although he was hardly fifty-five years old.
"In the morning after breakfast, by the hack to Darley." That was all. She lowered her head and passed into the house. In the hall she met her mother. "Great goodness, dear!" exclaimed the old woman; "what on earth did you run away from him so sudden for?" Harriet pushed past her into the parlor and stood fumbling with the buttons of her cloak. "Answer me, daughter," pursued Mrs.
He seemed to be right, for as report after report of raids being made, here and there in the neighbourhood of the two strongholds reached their owners, Sir Morton Darley would vow vengeance against the marauders, and then go back to his books; and Sir Edward Eden would utter a vow that he would hang Captain Purlrose from the machicolations over the gateway at the Black Tor, and then he would go into his mining accounts, and hear the reports of his foreman, Dan Rugg, about how many pigs there were in the sty that is to say, pigs of lead in the stone crypt-like place where they were stored.
But Darley Champers had a different mind. "I'll watch you, my man, and I'll do business with you accordin'," he said to himself. "Devil knows whether you are Thomas Smith workin' for Tank Shirley, or Tank Shirley workin' for hisself under a assoomed name. Long as I get your capital to push my business I don't care who you are." Aloud he remarked: "So that's how Jim Shirley got that little girl.
"I might say the same to you to-morrow, my boy," said Sir Edward, smiling. "Go and see how young Darley is; we cannot give up everything to this business." Mark started for home, leaving his father with a strong enough guard to master the men if they attempted to escape; and before he had gone fifty yards, Dummy came trotting after his young master like a dog.
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