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I can understand doing it. It appeals to a nature like mine. I was deeply hurt by his reserve about it, since he came home, but I never thought, it never struck me for one single second that it concealed anything discreditable." "It does not," said Fay suddenly. "My dearest, I am afraid there is no doubt it does. What was Michael doing in the garden at that time of night. You forget that.
And having induced himself to disbelieve the statements made, he had been drawn into expressing, or at any rate to acknowledging by his silence, a conviction that such a marriage as that proposed with Marion Fay would be very base.
Emboldened with success and the flattering distinction shown to him by Mlle. des Touches, he stayed till two o'clock in the morning for a word in private with his hostess. Lucien had learned in Royalist newspaper offices that Mlle. des Touches was the author of a play in which La petite Fay, the marvel of the moment was about to appear.
But as he rode away he was followed by Sir Hemison, the knight who loved Morgan le Fay, and whose jealous anger had been roused. Overtaking Tristram before he had gone far, he rushed upon him at the speed of his horse, crying, in a voice of thunder, "Sir knight, defend yourself!"
So one breezy and cloudless afternoon Adam Forrester and Lilias Fay set out upon a ramble over the wide estate which they were to possess together, seeking a proper site for their temple of happiness.
I conceive it to be my duty as a well-wisher of the family to inform you that your stepson, Lord Hampstead, has become entangled in what I think to be a dangerous way with a young woman living in a neighbouring street to this. The "neighbouring" street was of course a stroke of cunning on the part of Miss Demijohn. She lives at No. 17, Paradise Row, Holloway, and her name is Marion Fay.
"What did I come to this country for?" he asked, suddenly, in ringing, powerful voice. "To find a girl," she whispered. "I've found her!" She began to shake. He saw a white hand go to her breast. "Where is Surprise Valley?... How were you taken from Jane Withersteen and Lassiter?... I know they're alive. But where?" She seemed to turn to stone. "Fay! FAY LARKIN!... I KNOW YOU!" he cried, brokenly.
Another attempt of a similar kind, which had most unfortunate results from our point of view, was that attributed to a German, Lieutenant Fay, who had likewise come to America in April, 1915, and two other Germans, by name Scholz and Däeche.
Wentworth, after a momentary surprise at beholding it, stopped the cob, and helped Fay with extreme care to the ground. One of Fay's attractions was her appearance of great fragility. Men felt instinctively that with the least careless usage she might break in two. She must be protected, cheered, have everything made smooth for her.
Did you rent the flat from a friend of his?" "I didn't 'rent' the flat from anybody," Fay answered. "It's Peter's own flat. He lent it to us." Jan turned and stared at her sister. "Mr. Ledgard's flat!" she repeated. "And what is he doing?" "He's living at the club just now. He turned out when we came. Don't look at me like that, Jan.... There was nothing else to be done."
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