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She begged him to confide in her husband, my kind brother-in-law, but this he refused to do. There came a day very soon after this when James Halliday, my brother-in-law, was told about Montague Kingdon's visits to the farm. He came home and found Mr. Kingdon with us; and then there was a dreadful scene between them. James forbade Mr. Kingdon ever again to set foot in his house.
"But you have said it, Mr. Moriway quite successfully intimated it, I assure you." "She knows of my of Mrs. Kingdon's marriage, that that boy Nat found out about." "And you yourself also, as Miss Omar mentioned." "Myself? Damn it, I'm Moriway, the man she was going to marry. Why shouldn't I " "Ah h!" Latimer's shoulders shook with a gentle laugh. "Well, Mr.
This was the end of M. Lenoble's wooing. He could not speak of his love any more while the sound of Montague Kingdon's name had but lately died away on Susan Meynell's lips. He had taken her to himself, with all her sorrows and sins, in the hour in which he snatched her from death; and between these two there was no need of passionate protestations or sentimental rapture.
"I guess you'll get in trouble all right," he said and stood watching from where he stood he could watch me every inch of the way till I got to 331, at the end of the hall, Mrs. Kingdon's door. And the goods still on me, Tom, mind that. My, but Mrs. Kingdon was wrathy when she saw me! "Why did they send you?" she cried. "Why did you keep me waiting so long? I want a chambermaid.
Sarah Kingdon, a widow just arrived from Philadelphia, and desperately gone on young Mr. George Moriway, also fresh from Philadelphia, and desperately gone on Mrs. Kingdon's money. The tips that lady gave the bad boy Nat! I knew I couldn't make you believe it any other way; that's why I passed 'em on to you, Tommy-boy.
At about four o'clock I lit out, climbed to the second story and there Mag, I always was the luckiest girl at the Cruelty, wasn't I? Well, there was suite 231 all torn up, plumbers and painters in there, and nothing in the world to prevent a boy's skinning through when no one was watching, out of the window and up the fire-escape. Just outside of Mrs. Kingdon's window I lay still a minute.
I looked under the rubbish in the waste-paper basket; Mrs. Kingdon often fooled thieves by dropping it there. I pulled up the corner of the carpet and looked there it was loose; it had often been used for a hiding-place. I looked in Miss Evelyn's boot and in her ribbon box. I emptied Mrs. Kingdon's full powder box. I climbed ladders and felt along cornices. I looked through the pockets of Mrs.
She raved of Montague Kingdon's baseness, of her own folly, her vain regret, her yearning for pardon; but of the dying husband in the garret at Rouen she uttered no word.
It was at Barngrave he was told this, one market-day, as he was lounging with his friends in the old yard of the Black Bull inn, where the corn exchange used to be held in those days. He called for his horse the next minute, and left the town at a gallop. When he came to Newhall, he found Montagu Kingdon's chestnut mare tied to the gate-post, and he found Mr.
And then I knew this must be Evelyn. "Mrs. Kingdon's out, Miss. She didn't expect you till to-morrow." "Did she tell you that? Too bad she isn't at home! She said she'd be kept busy all day to-day with a business matter, and that I'd better not get here till to-morrow. But I " "Wanted to get here in time for the wedding?" I suggested softly. You should have seen her jump. "Wedding! Not " "Mrs.
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