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'That I can't tell, my Lord; Louey have never written, and I knows no more than nothing at all. She've not been a dutiful gal to me, as have done everything for her. There was no more to be made out of Mrs. Hall, and they went their way. 'There is no doubt that the little fellow is alive, said Mr. Deyncourt.
She had been Ruth's nurse in her childhood, and having originally come from Slumberleigh, returned there when the Deyncourt children grew up, and lived happily ever after, with the very blind and entirely deaf old husband of her choice, in the gray stone lodge at Arleigh. It was on her return from one of these almost daily visits that Mrs.
To herself, he neither looked nor spoke, but when Mrs. Morton declared that he looked the better for his morning walk, there was a half smile and light in his eye, and the weight seemed gone from his brow. Mrs. Morton asked what he was going to do. 'I am going out with Mr. Deyncourt, he answered. And Ida breathed more freely when he was gone. But she little knew that Mr.
Deyncourt was a tall fine-looking man, and did not begin by asking subscriptions, but talked about Northmoor, Constance, and Lady Adela, so that Ida found herself affecting much closer knowledge of both than she really had. 'I found, he said, 'that your sister is most valuable in the Sunday-school. I wonder if you would kindly assist us. Mrs. Morton began, 'My daughter is not strong, Mr.
No man who respects himself makes himself common by attending village school-feasts and attempting to pour out tea, which he is never allowed to do in private life." "I could hand buns," suggested Charles. "You take a gloomy view of your fellow-creatures, Miss Deyncourt. I see you underrate my powers with plates of buns." "Far from it. I only wished to keep you from quitting your proper sphere."
For many years since the death of her parents, Ruth Deyncourt had lived with her grandmother, a wealthy, witty, and wise old lady, whose house had been considered one of the pleasantest in London by those to whom pleasant houses are open.
When Charles looked at him he was somehow reminded of a broken-down thorough-bred in a hansom cab. "It is a quiet spot," remarked Raymond Deyncourt, for he it was, standing in the door-way, his watchful eyes scanning the deserted court-yard and strip of green. "A retired and peaceful spot.
Deyncourt had gone to Rose Rollstone in her father's presence, and told her of Mrs. Hall's revelations, asking her if this had been the cause of her silence. She had to own how the truth had flashed at once on her and Mr. Morton. 'It would be so very dreadful for them if it were known, she said. 'He thought if he brought back the boy, his sister's part need not be known.
"Lady Deyncourt left her thirty thousand pounds," said Evelyn, unwillingly. She hated herself for the part she was taking in her aunt's plans, although she had been so unable to support her feeble opposition by any show of reason that it had long since melted away before the consuming fire of Lady Mary's determined authority. "Twelve hundred a year," said that lady.
And the "new squire," as he was already called, shrugged his shoulders, and lowered his voice, and spread out his expressive rapid hands, and introduced to Vandon, one after another, some of those choice little ditties, French and English, which had made him such a favorite companion in Paris, so popular in a certain society in America. "Sir Charles!" "Miss Deyncourt!"
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