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It is an open square, bordered with a row of trees, to which are suspended lamps; while in the spaces between the trees there are seats for the accommodation of the public. In the middle of the almeda is a stand erected for the musicians. On our arrival there we found it well lighted up; the place was surrounded by carriages, which were empty, their occupants having joined the parade.
About this time the whole country thereabouts was thrown into the wildest excitement over the supposed mysterious murder of Almeda Davis, for which a young man named Bunnell was arrested, tried and acquitted. Deputy-sheriff Dennis, who made the arrest, came to me the next day after the young lady's death, and asked me to write it up for some of the leading City Dailies.
"Now is the only time. If I hadn't asked my own relation, Mr. Van Ostend would have every reason to say, 'Why didn't you try in your own family first?" "But, Aurora, I'm afraid to have you." "Afraid! I, of Almeda Champney?" She stopped short on the stairs to look back at him. There was a trace of the old-time haughtiness in her bearing.
The Champney estate was left entire to the widow, Almeda Googe Champney, to dispose of as she might deem fit. Her powers of administratrix were untrammelled save in one respect: Octavius Buzzby was to remain in his position as factotum on the Champney estate and adviser for its interests.
"I was thinking of you, of your future, and how you have been used by Almeda Champney; and that gave me the confidence, almost the push of a man and I dealt with them as a man with men; but I felt unsexed in doing it. I've wondered what they think of me." "Think of you! I can tell you what one man thinks of you, and that's Mr. Van Ostend.
He recalled that little Alice Van Ostend prattled much about this same child during the week she had spent recently with her father at Champ-au-Haut. Was the mistress of Champ-au-Haut going to adopt her? Almeda Champney had never wanted the blessing of a child, and, contrary to her young husband's wishes he was her junior by twelve years she had had her way.
Occasionally, on being taken for an American, I did not correct the mistake, for having no quarrel with Americans they sometimes confided to me the bitterness of their hearts against the English. I stayed in Lisbon at the Hotel Universal in the Rua Nova da Almeda, a purely Portuguese house where only stray Englishmen came.
She did not finish, for the woman she was torturing suddenly laid a hot hand hard and close, for the space of a few seconds, over those malevolent lips. Mrs. Champney drew back, turned in her chair and reached for the bell. Aurora removed her hand. "Stop there, you've said enough, Almeda Champney!" she commanded her. She pointed to the portrait over the fireplace.
Aileen turned without another word she knew too well that tone of voice and what it portended; she was thankful to hear it rarely now and left the room to do as she was bidden. "Little fool!" Almeda Champney muttered between set teeth when the door closed upon the girl.
"Why didn't my brother save his money for him then if he's his son?" she demanded sharply, but breathing short as she spoke the last words in a tone that conveyed the venom of intense hatred. "Almeda, don't; you know well enough 'why'; don't keep me in such suspense I can't bear it; only tell me if you will help."
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