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"I wist not I was thus comical," said Amphillis. "But truly I conceive you not. Wherefore should I catch Master Hylton, and wherewith, and to what end?" "Amphillis, you shall be the death of me! My Lady shall snap off my head at after supper, and the maid is not born that could help to laugh at you. To what end? Why, for an husband, child! As to wherewith, that I leave to thee."
Hylton, and you cut it into sheets, and gum it on the window-panes, and really, unless you were told or came quite close, you would declare it was real stained glass! You ought to try some of it on your windows, Mrs. Hylton. I'll tell you where you can get it you go down 'I'm afraid I'm old-fashioned, my dear, said Mrs.
It is not done as you would do it, because poor George hadn't much money to spend; but if I am satisfied, why should you come between us? And I am satisfied quite, quite satisfied; he has done it all beautifully, and I will not have a single thing altered! After all, it is his house our house and nobody else has any right to interfere not even you, mother! Mrs. Hylton shrugged her shoulders.
"It should keep mine heart warm in the chillest winter thereafter. But I thought rather of the good it should do them than me." "But what be such like folks to thee?" "Our Lord died for them, and He is something to me." "Fate meant thee for a monk, Hylton. Thou rannest thine head against the wall to become a squire." "Be monks the sole men that love God?"
It seems very evident that the telegram was a warning to Leithcourt of the man Chater's intention of calling, and that the last-named was shown in just at the moment when the fugitive was on the point of leaving." "Chater." I echoed. "Do you know his Christian name?" "Hylton Chater. He is apparently a gentleman.
My flippancy, my dear Hylton, is but a motley coat. If there is one being in this world whom I love and honour, it is Andrew Lackaday. From the first day I met him, I, a cynical disillusioned wastrel, he a raw yet uncompromising lad, I felt that here, somehow, was a sheet anchor in my life.
'Ha, ha! nor should we! You would have screamed to see him fussing about wasn't he killing over it, Carrie? 'Oh, he was, Jessie! 'My son, explained Mrs. Chapman to Mrs. Hylton, 'is so wonderfully energetic and practical. I have never known him fail to carry through anything he has once undertaken he inherits that from his poor dear father.
That letter was, she said, the last she should write to her friend. Did Hylton Chater actually possess knowledge of the girl's death? Had he all along been acquainted with her whereabouts? What the young woman told me upset all my plans. If Elma Heath were really dead, then she was beyond discovery, and the truth would be hidden forever.
Mrs. Hylton raised her head. She had a striking face, tinted a clear olive, with a high wave of silver hair crowning the forehead; her eyebrows were dark, and so were the brilliant eyes; the nose was aquiline, and the thin, well-cut mouth a little hard.
'Why, I do believe she won't see anything to admire in your little house at least, if she does, the dear old lady, she'd sooner die than admit it! The Chapmans went at last, and before they were out of the house Mrs. Hylton, with an effort to seem unconcerned, said: 'And so, Ella, you and George have done without my help?
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