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The victor was a nobly formed youth, of strength and stature greater than those of his brother, but without William of Avondale's haughty spirit and stern self-discipline.
For, although it was easy to make up the small sum taken, and the papers were safe in Miss Avondale's possession, yet this displacement of the only link between him and his missing benefactor, and the mystery of its disappearance, raised all his old doubts and suspicions. A vague uneasiness, a still more vague sense of some remissness on his own part, possessed him.
She was tall, and Randolph's first impression of her was that she was stiff and constrained an impression he quickly corrected at the sound of her voice, her frank ingenuousness, and her unmistakable youth. In the habit of being crushed by Miss Avondale's unrelenting superiority, he found himself apparently growing up beside this tall English girl, who had the naivete of a child.
He bethought him on all that was bygone. The Avondales were gone, James the Gross might die any moment might even now be dead and William Douglas be Earl in his place! He thought over William of Avondale's last words to himself, spoken with deep solemnity and in all the dignity of a great spirit. "Sholto, you and yours have brought to justice the chief betrayer.
He nodded familiarly to Miss Eversleigh, and turned away with Miss Avondale, who waved her usual smiling patronage to Randolph, even including his companion in that half-amused, half-superior salutation. Perhaps it was this that put a sudden hauteur into the young girl's expression as she stared at Miss Avondale's departing figure. "If you ever come to England, Mr.
The letter was written in Spanish, of which Randolph had a fair knowledge, but it was made plainer by a space having been left in the formal letter for the English name, which was written in another hand, together with a copy of Miss Avondale's signature for identification the usual proceeding in those early days, when personal identification was difficult to travelers, emigrants, and visitors in a land of strangers.
"But," he said impulsively, "there was a child." He checked himself as he remembered this was one of Miss Avondale's confidences to him. "Ah Miss Avondale has spoken of a child?" said Mr. Dingwall dryly. "I saw her with one which she said was Captain Dornton's, which had been left in her care after the death of his wife," said Randolph in hurried explanation. "John Dornton had no WIFE," said Mr.
Dingwall enabled him to learn more, and precipitated what seemed to him a singular discovery. "You will find," said the deputy manager, "the statement of the first deposit to Miss Avondale's credit in letters in your own department. The account was opened two years ago through a South American banker. But I am afraid it will not satisfy your curiosity."
"No, no, of course you do not, papa!" exclaimed Genevieve. "Please remember please try to consider " She would better have remained silent. Her evident concern alarmed her father to the point of exasperation. "I am considering how this friend of Lord Avondale's bore himself towards me, in my office, this morning," he interrupted her. He turned again to Lord James.
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