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It was at this time, when residing with a friend in the north of England, that I became acquainted with Miss Wardour, and was romantic enough to follow her to Scotland. When I was at Fairport, I received news of Mr. Neville's death. He had made me his heir, but the possession of considerable wealth did not prevent me from remembering Sir Arthur's strong prejudices against illegitimacy.
"I hear you have been doing Bateson's work for him. Have you hurt yourself?" Wardour suddenly moved his head, so as to hide his face from both Crayford and Frank. He took out his handkerchief, and wound it clumsily round his left hand. "Yes," he said; "I hurt myself with the ax. It's nothing. Never mind. Pain always has a curious effect on me. I tell you it's nothing! Don't notice it!"
"What is the reason," at length Miss Wardour asked the Antiquary, "why tradition has preserved to us such meagre accounts of the inmates of these stately edifices, raised with such expense of labour and taste, and whose owners were in their times personages of such awful power and importance?
For on his return to London he resumed his studies at the Royal Academy Schools, and in 1775 exhibited at the Academy "Samson visited by Delilah," which he followed up by the portraits on which he was busy now in Wardour Street from 1778 to 1781.
"The 'prentice wight knows not that he speaks truly. For 'ere is a braver jest than 'is. Good folks, wilt please ye to examine yon coffer?" pointing to an oaken chest. "'Tis but poor stuff, marry," said Maudlin. "'Tis a coffer the same being made in Wardour Street last year 'is lordship gave one hundred pounds for it.
The man who had robbed him of her was Frank Aldersley. And Wardour had discovered it in the interval since they had last met. "Thank God!" thought Crayford, "the dice have parted them! Frank goes with the expedition, and Wardour stays behind with me."
"It doesn't follow, my dear," he said, "that the two men were missing together because their names happen to come together on the list." Clara instantly drew the inevitable conclusion from that ill-considered reply. "Frank is missing from the party of relief," she said. "Am I to understand that Wardour is missing from the huts?" Both Crayford and Steventon hesitated. Mrs.
Kate hung her head, and ran her fingers along the mouldings of his chair. "Why was it, my dear?" asked Mr. Wardour. "It was " and she grew bolder at the sound of her own voice, and more confident in the goodness of her cause "it was because Aunt Barbara said I must write what was not true, and and I'll never tell a falsehood never, for no one!" and her eyes flashed.
Go take your walk I would willingly be alone for a little while." When Miss Wardour left the apartment, her first occupation was to avail herself of the half permission granted by her father, by despatching to Monkbarns the messenger, who, as we have already seen, met the Antiquary and his nephew on the sea-beach.
I was a little startled as well as surprised, but I managed to hide it. I said, 'What is it, Mr. Wardour? He stepped close up to me; he said, in his quick, rough way: 'Clara! I am going to the African coast. If I live, I shall come back promoted; and we both know what will happen then. He kissed me. I was half frightened, half angry.
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