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He took her hand at last, and held it firmly. "And now that you know all, do you think in time I'll not hurry you but in time, do you think I could make you love me?" She looked up in his face with her honest eyes. Smiling as they were, there was pathos in them; the sadness left by those long years of hidden suffering, now forever ended. "I have loved you all my life," said Hilary.
In past days he had never known Hilary Vane to be a moment late to an appointment. The door was open, and five and twenty minutes had passed the hour before he saw the lawyer in the doorway. Mr. Flint was a man of such preoccupation of mind that he was not likely to be struck by any change there might have been in his counsel's appearance. "It's half-past three," he said.
West as you go through the town, your father's agent, you know, and ask him to call upon me to-morrow. Stop at the Hall as you come back." "All right, Hilary, I will be in Alexandria in four hours," said Philip, running out. "Bentley, I am going to take Lieutenant Seymour over to my plantation.
Hilary had a perverse tendency to sit up all night when the worst had happened and he had a frightful head; Peter's way with life was more amenable; he always took what comfort was offered him. Bed is a good place; it folds protecting, consoling arms about you, and gives at best oblivion, at worst a blessed immunity from action.
"Is Hilary Leigh there?" cried another voice, one which made the young man start as he recognised that of Sir Harry Norland. "Yes, sir, I am here," he said after a moment's pause. "Tell your men to surrender quietly, Mr Leigh, and if they give their word not to attempt rescue or escape they will have two of the cutter's boats given to them, and they can row ashore."
"I want you to promise to stay here and take care of the Judge." Fright crept into her eyes, but his own were smiling, reassuring. "Take care of him!" she cried, the very mention of Hilary raising the pitch of her voice. "I guess I'll have to. Haven't I took care of him nigh on forty years, and small thanks and recompense I get for it except when you're here.
We'll see what mother says." "Your mother was a brick," said Hilary, poking the fire. "And that night they never told me anything about it, and I didn't even change my frock, but came down, looking horrible, just as I was, in an old black rag no, Hilary, don't say it was pretty!" Hilary, unconvinced, shook his head.
"Now, Mr Leigh," he added sarcastically, "if you will condescend to assist, there is a good deal to see to, for the forepart of His Majesty's ship Kestrel is a complete wreck from your neglect. I am going below to finish dressing, but I shall be back directly." Hilary returned his officer's sarcastic bow, and then gave a stamp on the deck.
Purcey's figure from his cloth-topped boots to his tall hat, and said: "Shall we go in and find her?" As they went along Mr. Purcey said: "That's the young the er model I met in your wife's studio, isn't it? Pretty girl!" Hilary compressed his lips. "Now, what sort of living do those girls make?" pursued Mr. Purcey. "I suppose they've most of them other resources. Eh, what?"
"Has Lettice been naughty?" she inquired. "Has Mr Newcome been naughty? Will she never wear her pretty dresses? Shall I never wear my dress? What shall we do with all the presents? Shall we have to send back the cake?" "Oh, Mouse, be quiet, for pity's sake!" cried Hilary in desperation. "If you ask any more questions you must go to bed.
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