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"Why as Cousin Katherine feels just whole-heartedly, without analysis, and without alloy to feel that no distance, no fatigue, no nothing in short, matters, so long as she gets to him in time. I don't approve of such a state of mind, and yet" Honoria wheeled round, facing the glory of colour dyeing all the west "and yet, I'm untrue enough to my own principles rather to envy it."
This pause was succeeded by her speaking of Lady Honoria; "how wild, how careless, how incorrigible she is! she lost her mother early; and the Duke, who idolizes her, and who, marrying very late, is already an old man, she rules entirely; with him, and a supple governess, who has neither courage to oppose her, nor heart to wish well but to her own interest, she has lived almost wholly.
All things considered, then, they who wish well to Guy Darrell must range with Alban Morley in favour of Miss Honoria Vipont. She, proffering affectionate respect Darrell responding by rational esteem.
And then, of a sudden, in the midst of her quiet enjoyment of it and a tenderness which the sight of it somehow begot in her, Honoria was seized by sharp, unreasoning regret that she must so soon leave it.
"I am coming, Richard, I am coming!" she said. He turned in the saddle and looked up at her smiling a smile at once courageous and resigned. Yet, notwithstanding that smile, Honoria once again discovered in his eyes the chill desolation and homelessness of the sky of the winter night.
His good mother was a washerwoman-widow, in whom Honoria Fraser had interested herself in her Harley Street girlhood. Bertie was the eldest of six, and his father had been a coal porter who broke his back tumbling down a cellar when a little "on." Bertie he now figured as Mr.
But it was extraordinary that Mrs. Lavington had cast off her usual primness, and seemed to-night, for the first time in her life, in an exuberant good humour, which she evinced by snubbing her usual favourite Honoria, and lavishing caresses on Argemone, whose vagaries she usually regarded with a sort of puzzled terror, like a hen who has hatched a duckling. 'Honoria, take your feet off my dress.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, as he caught up with Honoria. She did not answer. And now they turned away from the sea, and struck a high road which took them between upland farms and across the ridge of cultivated land to a valley full of trees. A narrow path led inland up this valley.
But she was no longer troubled or chilled by it, rather did it brace her to greater fearlessness of resolve and of speech. "You are contemptuous of women," she said. "I have betrayed characteristics of the ass, other than its patience," Ludovic lamented. "Oh! I didn't mean that," Honoria returned, smiling in friendliest fashion upon him. "Every man worth the name really feels as you do, I imagine.
Your friend's treachery accomplished one, you have achieved the other. Sir Oswald Eversleigh has been murdered!" A suppressed cry of horror broke simultaneously from every lip. As the awful word "murder" was repeated, the doctor, who had been until this moment beside the dead man, came to the door, and opened it. "Who was it spoke of murder?" he asked. "It was I," answered Honoria.
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