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Ashburn read very little of any literature; what she did read being chiefly the sermons and biographies of Dissenting divines, and she had never felt any desire to stimulate her imagination by anything much more exciting, especially by accounts of things that never happened, and were consequently untruthful.
"A certain powerful and vindictive member of the Rump, whose son you killed at Worcester." This time the shaft went home. Galliard sprang out of the chair, his brows darkening, and his cheeks pale beyond their wont. "Zounds, Hogan, do you mean that Joseph Ashburn was betraying me into this man's hands?" "You have said it." "But " Crispin stopped short.
Then the thought of Ashburn and of his own deep wrongs that cried out for vengeance, overcame and stifled the generous impulse. His manner grew yet more frozen as he made answer: "There has been too much ado about this letter to warrant my so lightly parting with it. First I will satisfy myself that I have been no unconscious abettor of treason.
Ashburn already, who on the last time she had met him had figured as a kind of hero, who was the 'swell' master for whom, without having seen him, she had caught something of Colin's boyish admiration, and who, lastly, had stirred and roused her imagination through the work of his own.
A victim to his own highmindedness? Well, whatever the alternative, a field for the work of the salvage-corps had opened. At the big house on Ashburn Avenue a like feeling had come to prevail. Medora Phillips herself had passed from the indulgently satirical to the impatient, and almost to the indignant. Her niece thought the new relation clearly superfluous.
It was a bleak day towards the end of March, and Mark was walking across the Park and Gardens from his rooms in South Audley Street to Malakoff Terrace, charged with a little note from Mabel to Trixie, to which he was to bring back an answer; for, although Mabel had not made much progress in the affections of the rest of the Ashburn household, a warm friendship had sprung up already between herself and Mark's youngest sister the only one of them who seemed to appreciate and love him as he deserved.
'What are you going to do with yourself, Ashburn, now? said Mr. Shelford in his abrupt way as they went along. 'Going to be a schoolmaster and live on the crambe repetita all your life, hey? 'I don't know, said Mark sullenly; 'very likely. If you feel any interest in the boys 'Which I don't, put in Mark.
"If you have lied to me, if this is but a shift to win your miserable life, rest assured, Master Ashburn, that you have but put off the day for a very little while." It was on Joseph's lips to answer that none of us are immortal, but he bethought him that the pleasantry might be ill-timed, and bowed in silence.
"I wish you to have the paper stopped, Mr. Collector." "Oh, no, don't say that, Mr. Ashburn. You are one of our old subscribers, and we can't think of parting with you." "Sorry to give up the paper. But must do it," returned the farmer. "Isn't it as good as ever? You used to say you'd rather give up a dinner a week than the 'Post."
You said the first day." "Yes; we only got here this morning. And this is my brother Phil. Don't you recollect how I used to tell you about him at Ashburn?" "I should think you did," shaking hands cordially; "she used to talk about you all the time, so that I felt intimately acquainted with all the family. Well, I call this first rate luck. It's two years since I saw any one from home." "Home?"
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