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A lounge stood on one side of the fireplace, and she drew him gently to it, and he sat down at her side. His acquiescence to her was a second nature, and he was once more bewildered. His anger now seemed to have had no effect upon her whatever. "I waited up to tell you about Hilary Vane, father," she said gently. "He has had a stroke, which I am afraid is serious." "A stroke!" cried Mr.
August Bordine smiled at the look that came to the face of the girl. He had known Victoria Vane and her brother for several months. He was never prepossessed in favor of her brother, and he often thought her "soft," to use a vulgar expression. "I do believe the girl would make love to me if I would permit it, by giving her the least encouragement.
It sort of comforts her. . . . Somehow it's hard to think of him dead. . . ." His lips quivered for a moment, and then suddenly he turned fiercely on Vane. "And yet, I tells you, sir, that I'd sooner Bob was dead over yonder aye I'd sooner see him lying dead at my feet, than that he should ever have learned such doctrines as be flying about these days."
Let those who would harshly judge him, or ascribe his fall to the peculiar doctrines of his sect, think of Luther, engaged in personal combat with the Devil, or conversing with him on points of theology in his bed-chamber; or of Bunyan at actual fisticuffs with the adversary; or of Fleetwood and Vane and Harrison millennium-mad, and making preparations for an earthly reign of King Jesus.
"I can't see it," said Mr. Crewe; "you've got a mind of your own, and you've never been afraid to use it, so far as I know. If you should see that Vane man, just give him a notion of what I'm trying to do." "What are you trying to do?" inquired Victoria, sweetly. "I'm trying to clean up this State politically," said Mr. Crewe, "and I'm going to do it.
"I'm sorry to say that I can't; and I've never seen Wallace do so," Carroll laughed. Mrs. Chisholm shook her head at her daughter. "Miss Clifford complained of your inattention to the study of English last quarter," she reproved severely. Mabel made no answer, though Vane thought it would have relieved her to grimace. Presently the meal came to an end, and an hour afterward, Mrs.
"You forget Humphrey," she replied. Hastings looked at her and chuckled. In fact, he chuckled all the way home. In the vestibule they met Mr. Austen Vane and Mr. Thomas Gaylord, the latter coming forward with a certain palpable embarrassment. All through the evening Tom had been trying to account for her presence at the meeting, until Austen had begged him to keep his speculations to himself.
Pixie could not hear all that they said, but they looked at her as they spoke, and their faces were very kindly, so that she was pleasantly conscious of being the subject of conversation. Then Mrs Vane began to speak of the contemplated removal to town, and made many kind offers of help and hospitality, while her husband put in a word about the dear old Castle.
He just goes on and on and suffers in silence. . . . In Jack's case it would be the same. . . . What four hundred a year?" She laughed a little scornfully. "It's not much to bring up a family on, Captain Vane. . . . Four hundred a year, and Acacia Avenue two streets up. . . . Acacia Avenue doesn't call on Culman Terrace, you know. . . ." Again she laughed.
And it was at this point in his deliberations that a sentence vibrated across his memory. It was so clear that it might almost have been spoken in his ear: "If you loved such a life you'd just do it. . . . And you'd succeed." Vane folded Margaret's letter, and put it in his pocket. If she really loved the thought of such a life she would just do it. . . . And she would succeed.
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