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When the fact was first known it was almost felt, in the consternation of the moment, that the Whitstable marriage must be postponed. But Sophia had a word to say to her mother on that head, and she said it. The marriage was not postponed. At first Dolly talked of going after his younger sister, and the father did dispatch various telegrams.
This episode of the Jew would make it quite impossible for her again to contest the question of the London house with her father. Lady Pomona and Mrs George Whitstable would be united with him against her. There would be no 'season' for her, and she would be nobody at Caversham. As for London, she would hardly wish to go there! Everybody would know the story of the Jew.
When papa finds that it has been kept I'm sure he'll be very angry. 'It's no business of yours whether he's angry or not. 'If it isn't sent, George will tell Dolly. You know what would happen then. This was unbearable! That George Whitstable should interfere in her affairs, that he should talk about her watch and chain.
Lady Pomona had determined that she would tell her husband of those walks in the park, and of other signs of growing intimacy which had reached her ears; but this she would postpone until after the Whitstable marriage. But at nine o'clock on the morning set apart for that marriage, they were all astounded by the news that Georgiana had run away with Mr Batherbolt. She had been up before six.
One day, before the Whitstable marriage, when it was understood that the club would actually be closed on the 12th August unless some new heaven-inspired idea might be forthcoming for its salvation, Nidderdale, Grasslough, and Dolly were hanging about the hall and the steps, and drinking sherry and bitters preparatory to dinner, when Sir Felix Carbury came round the neighbouring corner and, in a creeping, hesitating fashion, entered the hall door.
They stepped into the fly, and drove through the long street of Whitstable toward the outlying houses of Tankerton, scattered over grassy downs above a quiet, brown sea. "The air is splendid, certainly," observed Malling, drinking it in almost like a gourmet savoring a wonderful wine. "It must do me good. Don't you think so?" The question sounded anxious to Malling's ears.
Harding and Malling; two or three shopkeepers from Whitstable taking the air; a boatman or two vaguely hovering, with blue eyes turned from habit to the offing. The two men paced slowly up and down. And again Malling was aware of words trembling upon the rector's lips words which he could not yet resolve frankly to utter.
Queenborough: we left the castle on our right; a little farther we saw the fishing of oysters out of the sea, which are nowhere in greater plenty or perfection; witness Ortelius in his Epitome, &c. Whitstable; here we went ashore.
There would have been inconveniences no doubt, but they would have been less than the sorrow on the other side. Now she saw nothing before her but a long vista of Caversham dullness, in which she would be trampled upon by her father and mother, and scorned by Mr and Mrs George Whitstable. She got up and walked about the room thinking of vengeance. But what vengeance was possible to her?
Soon they saw, through the hurtling storm, that several vessels were driving on shore. Before long, four ships, with their sails blown to ribbons, were grinding themselves to powder, and crashing against each other and the pier-sides in a most fearful manner. They were the Mary Mac, the Cora, and the Maghee, belonging to Whitstable, and the Lucern of Blyth.
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