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"If he can be cured of his Papist beliefs," said Lady Frances; "but no man holding them gets on in these days, and Cuthbert has been bred up in the very worst of such tenets." "So bad that he is half disgusted with them before he can rightly say why," answered Sir Richard with a smile. "There is too much hatred and bitterness in Nicholas Trevlyn's religion to endear it to his children.
Owing to her mother's ill health, she was allowed more freedom than is usually permitted to an English girl of her age; and, during the season, often went into company with a friend of Lady Trevlyn's who was chaperoning two young daughters of her own.
"It is nothing, Alice, except my natural anxiety for you Well, Kingston, what do you want?" Trevlyn's tender tones grew sharp as he addressed the entering servant, and the smile on his lips vanished, leaving them dry and white as he glanced at the card he handed him. An instant he stood staring at it, then asked, "Is the man here?" "In the library, sir." "I'll come."
"You remained there some little time, and when you turned away, you stopped to look back, and in doing so you laid your hand this one, " she touched Margie's slender left hand, on which shone Archer Trevlyn's betrothal ring "on the gate post. Do you remember it?" "Yes, I remember it."
Sir Richard was buried and, the nine days' gossip over, the mystery of his death died for want of food, for the only person who could have explained it was in a state which forbade all allusion to that tragic day. For a year Lady Trevlyn's reason was in danger.
What wonder that a son turns in defiance upon his father, when he stuffs his ears with the pestilent heresies with which the wicked are making vile this earth!" Nicholas Trevlyn's anger became so great at this point as well nigh to choke him.
Show him to me, and by Heaven, his blood shall wipe out the stain!" All Trevlyn's pride and passion left him. His face lost its rigid tenseness, his eyes grew moist. He forgave Castrani's insults, because he told him Margaret was pure. He put out his hands, and grasped those of his companion. "O, sir," he said, "I thank you I thank you!
He was kind to her very gentle, and kind, and generous for it was not in Archer Trevlyn's nature to be unkind to anything and he felt that he owed her all respect and attention, in return for her love. Her every wish was gratified. Horses, carriages, servants, dress, jewelry everything that money could purchase waited her command, but not what she craved more than all his love.
As the niece of Dyson, who had summoned her thither to act in the capacity of lady's maid, her place would by rights have been the servants' hall and kitchen; but then, as Kate had seen at once, it would scarce be right for Cuthbert Trevlyn's future wife to take so lowly a station as that of a serving wench.
It would be happier for us all. But if you feel any doubt about the identity of the glove, look here." She turned back the wrist, and there on the inside, written in the bold characters which were a peculiarity of Arch Trevlyn's handwriting, was the name in full Archer Trevlyn. Margie shrank back and covered her eyes, as if to shut out the terrible proof.
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