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Certainly, few people were ever more fortunately, or perplexingly placed, than I am just now. 'Between two young women, handsome, rich, of good family; if I mistake not, in love with me, and to be had for the asking. But if I married Freda, Mr Gwynne would marry Lady Nugent directly; and then one could tell what would become of the property.
I seem to love her with all the accumulation of love which had missed its object for so many long years before we met." Gwynne Ellis was looking seriously into the distance. "I do feel for you, Miss Powell; but don't think me a brute if I say I am not sorry she's gone something good may come of it." "I can't understand you," she said, seating herself on a log in front of him.
She did not move nor did she speak for many seconds, but stood staring hard at him from the shade of her deep black bonnet. "What is it you want, Kenneth Gwynne?" "No favour, you may be sure, Rachel Carter." She seemed to wince a little. After a moment's hesitation, she walked slowly over to the fence and faced him. "Well?" she said curtly. "Do you remember a man at home named Jasper Suggs?"
He was not visiting at the British Embassy, and Isabel drew her only comfort from the fact: he might be enjoying himself too much to think of her, but his purpose was unaltered, or he certainly would be the guest of a man whom she knew to be his friend: Gwynne was the last man to embarrass anybody, and if the ambassador had enemies they would find his connivance at the Americanization of a useful British peer vastly to his own discredit.
When Gwynne had removed the blower several times and satisfied himself that the hard coals would burn, he resumed the perpendicular. He looked doubtfully at Isabel, who was still wrapped in her cloak, and had elevated her feet, covered with the long carriage-boots, to the fender. "Sha'n't you take off those things?" he asked. "You don't look as if you meant to stay."
Grey and Green, and found in one corner of the tent enjoying himself thoroughly in a disquisition on the hebdomadal board. He obeyed, however, the behests of the lady without finishing the sentence in which he was promising to Dr Gwynne that his authority at Oxford should remain unimpaired; and the episcopal horses turned their noses towards the palatial stables. Then the Grantlys went.
He dropped Isabel and struck out furiously. There was an immediate scuffle, during which Gwynne basely drew Isabel's arm through his and pressed forward into the thick of the crowd. "We have had enough of them, and no doubt they have had of us," he said, comfortably. "Now we will enjoy ourselves." "Well, if they blacken my face don't notice them.
'Papa, I understand, said Freda, rising from her seat with majestic pride, 'Lady Mary has been kind enough to suggest, doubtless for her own ends, what never could have entered your mind. I am very much obliged to you for forgetting, on my account, what I cannot forget on my own, that I am a Gwynne of Glanyravon! and I daresay you meant it kindly.
Nothing else would ever satisfy your genius. Own up, now." "Well," said Gwynne, modestly. "I have thought of it. After my five years are up, of course makes one feel rather like a convict. Meanwhile I can make some headway with the law: or, shall I say, build up a reputation that may be useful to me when I am able to run for office." "Ah! Just so!
It would kill her mother if she were to be taken! But, really, I couldn't say however, we shall see. Good morning. I ought to be elsewhere by this time. Mr Wenlock took his departure. 'Miss Gwynne is coming directly, Mr Rowland, said Gladys; 'I suppose I had better tell Mrs Jenkins so.
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