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Of course I do not mean the valuable necklace you have reserved for one who will one day be still dearer to you than any of us, but the dozen or two of pearls that you bestowed on your sister, in my presence, at Clawbonny. They are sufficiently valuable in themselves, to answer all the purposes of Grace's bequest, and I know they were very much prized by her, as your gift, dear Miles.
And seating himself abruptly at M. Petitpas' desk, he wrote: "Monseigneur, I have the honor to bring to your grace's notice the fact that I have recently been made a victim of the intrigues and lies of a certain Abbe Ceinture, who imposed on my kind-heartedness. "Deceived by the representations of this ecclesiastic, I was led "
Influential men in the town who had been represented to me as being altogether devoted to your Grace's interests started a third candidate, a Liberal as myself, and the natural consequence was that neither of us succeeded, though my return as your Grace's candidate would have been certain had not this been done.
The Turkey carpet was faded: it had been part of the wedding furnishing of Grace's mother, years ago. The great, wide, motherly, chintz-covered sofa, which filled a recess commanding the window, was as different as possible from any smart modern article of the name.
"To the telegraph office as fast as you can make it, Percy boy." "And let Allen drive, if you don't mind, old man," put in Grace's brother. "You must be tired, and we don't want to be ditched." "Oh, all right, of course. If you're in a rush," agreed Percy, good-naturedly, and he found a warmer place in the hearts of those who had hitherto cared little for him.
"I'm sure that gentleman was at Grace's party, only I forget his name." "Oh, mamma and Grace are both out; who is to do the honors, won't you, Miss Leicester?" "Oh, no." "Do, there's a good creature," pleaded Rose. But Isabel was firm. "It will seem so queer," urged Rose. "Alice, dear, you must go." Oh no, indeed, I can't; please excuse me, Miss Leicester."
"How did Miss West happen to meet them?" she said half aloud. "Meet whom?" asked Elfreda, who had come into the room in time to hear Grace's half musing question. "Oh, Elfreda. How you startled me!" exclaimed Grace. "How did Miss West meet whom? That's what I am curious to know," returned Elfreda, regarding Grace with lively interest. "Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton, Inquisitive," answered Grace.
A lacquey entered, bearing a salver on which lay two letters. One was a large one, sealed with a ducal coronet, and this she saw first, and took in her hand even before the man had time to speak. "His Grace's courier has arrived from France," he said; "the package was ordered to be delivered at once."
"Nora, if he sounds another note, take the infernal music box away from him. I hark!" A sharp report startled the Overland girls. "That wasn't Grace's revolver," announced Lieutenant Wingate, leaning forward in a listening attitude, but before the words had left his lips, in fact, instantly following the first shot came a heavy report, a bang that woke the mountain echoes. "That's Grace!
When they reached her bedroom, the nurse turned on the lights suddenly, glancing at Grace's face as she did so. The girl did not dare even to blink her eyes. "Sit down," the woman commanded, sharply. Grace sank upon the edge of the bed. "Take off your shoes," the nurse went on, in a stern voice.
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