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She was really the wife, by Scotch law, of the boy she ran away with and then lost. I saw nothing in her case that ought to prevent her entrance into a respectable family, and Heaven knows I pitied her and tried to save her by bringing her to Rockhold. I saved her only for a few years. After she left us but there, I cannot tell you that story! You must not be intimate with her."
Our physician has forbidden her to take any long walk or ride for some time yet." "And how long is this seclusion to last?" "Until after a certain event to take place at the end of three months." "Ah! and then another month for convalescence! So it will be late in the autumn before we can hope to see Mrs. Fabian Rockharrt at Rockhold!" "I fear so, indeed, sir!"
Only for the duke's infatuation with Cora, it would have not have needed a minute's thought to make up his mind to flee from Rockhold forthwith. When luncheon was over Mr. Rockharrt invited the duke into his study to smoke.
But is it possible that you do not know what has happened at Rockhold?" gravely inquired Corona. "I know this much: That the announcement of an engagement between yourself and the Englishman was premature and unauthorized; that you have finally rejected the suitor who has since left Rockhold and by so doing you have greatly enraged our Iron King. I know no more than that, Cora." "What!
"Will my uncle be late in returning this evening?" "Fabian? Oh, no! this is his early day. He will be home very soon now. But where did you leave his grace? Why did he not escort you here?" inquired the little lady. "Have you not heard that he has left Rockhold?" asked Corona, in her turn. "Why, no. I have heard nothing about him since the night of the dinner given in honor of your betrothal.
The public at length reached in theory this conclusion: that the governor-elect had been decoyed from the house by his latest visitor, and had been secretly murdered in some remote quarter. The Rockharrts did not return to Rockhold, but remained in town through all the heat of that hot summer, because Aaron Rockharrt thought he could best pursue his investigations on the scene of the mystery.
This sorrowful news took me so completely by surprise, and your directions were so prompt and peremptory, that I had not a moment for reflection; so that I followed your lead automatically. But now, Uncle Fabian, I have considered, and I ask you as I have asked myself am I right in going back to Rockhold, after my grandfather has sent me away, and forbidden me ever to return?
There! the Devil's Icy Peak itself will be a holier home than Rockhold, for you." Cora had become quite calm by this time, and she answered quietly: "No; you misapprehend me, Sylvan. It was not from indignation or resentment that I cried, and not at all for myself. I grieved for him, the spellbound old man!
It would not be for Rule's good," pleaded Cora. "No; Heaven knows it would not be for his good! It had been better for Rothsay that he had been blown up in the explosion that killed his father, than that he had ever set eyes on your false face! But you have given him your word, and you must keep it, or never look me in the face again! You shall be married as soon as we reach Rockhold."
"Well, my dear Corona, I must ask you to cast your thoughts back to that year when you first came to Rockhold to live, and engrossed so much of your grandmother's time and attention that your grandfather grew jealous and impatient, and commissioned me to 'hire' a nursery governess to look after you and teach you the rudiments of education. You remember that time, Cora?" inquired Mr.
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