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If he proved his capacity Iver would regret what had happened more; possibly even Janie would come to regret it. And he was glad to be using his brains again. If they took the two thousand, if Iver got the Masters estate and entire control of Blinkhampton for twenty-two thousand, Duplay would have had a hand in a good bargain. He thought the Sloyds would yield. "Be strong about it," Iver had said.
She poured out her heart's bitterness to Major Duplay, who had come to visit her. "I'm tired of the whole thing, and I hate the Tristrams!" she declared. "It always comes to that in time, Mina, when you mix yourself up in people's affairs." "Wasn't it through you that I began to do it?" The Major declined to argue the question one of some complexity perhaps.
Honore lived a cabinet-maker, named Duplay, and in his house lodged Maximilian Robespierre, the leading spirit in the latter and more terrible days of the Revolution. The time now spoken of was the beginning of October, 1793; and at no period did the popularity and power of that remarkable man stand higher.
I shall beg you to remember that I am in a difficult position, and that I am a gentleman and a soldier." Harry said nothing; he waited with unmoved face and no sign of perturbation. "It's best to be plain," Duplay proceeded. "It's best to be open with you. I have taken the liberty of following you here for that purpose." He came a step nearer, and stood over Harry.
You've done all you could, you know." The touch of patronage came again. Duplay had hard work to keep his temper under. Yet now it was rather annoyance that he felt than the black dislike that he used to harbor. Harry's misfortune had lessened that. If only Harry had been more chastened by his misfortune the annoyance might have gone too. Unfortunately, the young man seemed almost exultant.
She told me a lot about herself; then she talked about Blent. She's full of it; she admires it most tremendously " "That's all right," interrupted Duplay with a malicious smile. "Because, so far as I can understand, she happens to own it." "What?" The Imp stood frozen into stillness. "You've been talking to Lady Tristram of Blent," he added with a nod. "Though I suppose you didn't tell her so?"
Men became lives to her, as well as individuals the Tristram, the Duplay, the Broadley life; her opinion of the life complicated her feeling toward the person. The Tristram life attracted her strongly, the life of the great lady; Harry had his fascination too; but she did not think that she and Harry would be very happy together, woman and man.
Here, long acquaintance, a common table, and association for several years, 'converted the hospitality of Duplay into an attachment that became reciprocal. The family of his landlord became a second family to Robespierre, and while they adopted his opinions, they neither lost the simplicity of their manners nor neglected their religious observances.
Here he found a lodging with M. Duplay, a respectable but humble cabinet-maker, who had become attached to the principles of the Revolution; and here he was joined by his brother, who played an inferior part in public affairs, and is known in history as 'the Younger Robespierre. The selection of this dwelling seems to have fallen in with Robespierre's notions of economy; and it suited his limited patrimony, which consisted of some rents irregularly paid by a few small farmers of his property in Artois.
She could not explain how it was, but somehow his conduct seemed to be influenced by the progress of Lady Tristram's illness. She gathered this idea from words he let fall; perhaps his mother wanted to see the affair settled before she died. Duplay often spoke of the illness too; it could have no importance for him at least, she thought. About Harry Tristram anyhow she was right.
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