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"Yes, child, I came in person to fetch my little allowance. You would have forgotten me, though you are kind-hearted, and I have some bills to pay to-morrow. Buying and selling clothes, I am always short of cash. Who is this at your heels? The gentleman looks very much put out about something."
I have often thought, since the events of that sad day that Grace's dissolution was hastened by this accidental recurrence of her mind to Rupert and his forgotten love. I call it love, though I question if a being so thoroughly selfish ever truly loved any one but himself; perhaps not himself, indeed, in a way to entitle the feeling to so respectable an epithet.
Meanwhile the brain of Nana Sahib had been turned by wild dreams of vengeance and sovereignty. He thought not only to wreak his malice upon the English, but to restore the extinct Mahratta Empire, and reign over Hindustan as the representative of the forgotten peshwas. The stampede of the sepoys to Delhi was fatal to his mad ambition.
And the little man moved off with a thoughtful smile on his rutted, mahogany features. Tresler watched these men take their seats for the game. Their recent bickering was wholly forgotten in the ruling passion for "draw." And what a game it was! Each man, ignorant, uncultured in all else, was a past master at poker an artist.
He rose from his lowly seat and strolled toward the gate, with his hands in his pockets. He remembered that he had forgotten something, and cudgeled his brains to make out what it was. He gazed down the road at the house of the Howards, which naturally brought to his recollection his meeting with the young girl on the road.
"Hardly had we got the harvest home when I went to soak the hemp, and when I got home there was a summons, she must go to be tried, and we had forgotten all about the matter that she was to be tried for." "It can only be the evil one," said the gardener. "Could any man of himself think of destroying a living soul?
"I am tired of games of chance," answered the pale nobleman wearily. "But our host says it is a mere pretence, to hide the purpose of these meetings." "It is more than that," said Venier with a contemptuous smile. "Do you play?" "I am a poor artist, sir. I cannot." "Ah, I had forgotten. That is very interesting. But pray do not call me 'sir' nor use any formality, unless we meet in public.
Just when it seemed that winter was the perpetual season, when his fingers were swollen and discolored by the cold and he had forgotten how it felt to be warm unless in bed or shoveling snow, the valley below took on emerald tints and the snow line crept up the mountain.
Ludwig and Carl had spread their bedding upon the floor. One had already forgotten the voetspoelen, the race everything; but Carl was wide-awake.
Afterwards, when we knew each other better, there seemed no occasion; I had almost forgotten the episode." "Yes," went on the other faintly; "we have all made mistakes I more than most folk, perhaps." Then he asked suddenly: "Had you any motive, any reason for your suspicion?" "It was the name Crichton the man's pseudonym on the Outcry. It flashed across me then that she was after Lightmark.
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