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It seemed to be impossible now to talk with George Tressady, to make any real breach in the barrier between them; but how impossible also not to think of him! of the young fellow, who had given Maxwell his reward, and said to herself such sad, such agitating things! She did think of him. Her heart ached to serve him. The situation made a new and a very troubling appeal to her womanhood.
He was well content with Tressady as a son-in-law; though in the few interviews that Tressady was able to have with him on the question of settlements the young man took pains to state his money affairs as carefully and modestly as possible. Letty was not often in her father's room, and Mr. Sewell treated her, when she did come, rather like an agreeable guest than a daughter.
One could almost see their dim heavenly shapes in the air about her. Neither Letty nor Mrs. Allison could take their eyes from her. Perhaps she knew it. But if she did, it made no difference to her perfect ease of bearing. She greeted Letty kindly. "You didn't expect to see me here, did you, Lady Tressady? But it is the unexpected that happens." Then she put her hand on Mrs.
And, since 'tis here why then where sis the vile rogue Tressady? Which is matter for painful speculation, Martin where?" "Snoring, likely enough!" says I, "Not so far hence, or tramping hither." "If so, Martin, then Death cannot touch him, the which is out of all reason!" "'Tis more like the fall did not kill him, Adam." "Had you but seen the place, shipmate!
Tressady, who had been leaning with his face averted from her, turned round with sparkling eyes. "You foolish child!" he said slowly "you foolish child!" Her lips twitched. She put out a shaking hand to her cloak, that had fallen from her arms. "Oh! very well. I sha'n't stay here to be talked to like that, so good-night." He took no notice. He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"I won't go on unless my guests are taken prettily." Marcella kissed the delicate wrinkled hand. "I'll be good. What do you keep such an air here for? It gets into one's head." Letty Tressady, indeed, was looking on with a feeling of astonishment. These merry, childlike airs had absolutely no place in her conception of Lady Maxwell. Nor could she know that Mrs.
"Isn't he going to marry Letty Sewell?" "Yes," said Lady Maxwell, opening her eyes rather wide. "Do you know her?" "Why, my dear, she's Mr. Watton's cousin isn't she?" said Betty, turning towards that young man. "I saw her once at your mother's." "Certainly she is my cousin," said that young man, smiling, "and she is going to marry Tressady at Easter.
Now look'ee, were I a murderer and loved it like Adam, curse him I should pull trigger! But being Roger Tressady wi' a heart o' gold, I say sit down, lad, sit down and let us talk, friend, let us talk. Come sit down! Never mind Andy, he shan't trouble us!" So with the pistol at my ear we sat down side by side and the dead man sprawling at our feet.
"So it is!" quoth I, 'twixt shut teeth, "And all the worse for the likes o' you, Roger Tressady!" "So ho he knoweth my name then!" says Tressady, rubbing shaven chin with silver dagger-hilt and viewing me with his pale, keen gaze: "But do I know him now do I?"
There was a yell from the crowd, and three or four men had just dashed for the horses' heads, when a shout of a different kind ascended. "Burrows! 'Ere's Burrows! Three cheers for Burrows!" And some distance behind them, at the corner of the village street, Tressady suddenly perceived a tall dogcart drawing up with two men in it.
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