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"You can't refuse to do something for the child. Her father was organist at your own church, and a hard struggle he must have had of it, with an absentee landlord, and a congregation of seagulls, I should think." "Are you joking?" Wingrave asked coldly. "I was never more in earnest in my life," Aynesworth answered. "The girl is come from gentlefolks.
You fellows shall see him for yourselves. I find him interesting enough." "The whole thing," the editor declared, "will fizzle out. You see if it doesn't? A man who's just spent ten or twelve years in prison isn't likely to run any risk of going there again. There will be no tragedy; more likely reconciliation." "Perhaps," Aynesworth said imperturbably.
It is perfectly true that my object in life has been exactly as Aynesworth has stated it. I may have been more or less successful Aynesworth can tell you that, too. As regards yourself " "Yes?" she exclaimed. "I congratulate you upon your escape," Wingrave said. "Aynesworth is right. Association of any sort with me is for your evil!" She covered her face with her hands.
"Thanks Aynesworth gave me a brandy and soda. Capital fellow, Aynesworth!" "Have another," Wingrave said shortly. He crossed the room to the sideboard. Wingrave glanced up from his letters, and smiled coldly as he saw the shaking fingers. "I don't often indulge like this," Barrington said, turning away from the sideboard with a tumbler already empty in his hands.
She had seen it delivered, and so on. And all the time, I sat within a few feet of Wingrave, and I knew that in the black box before him were burning love letters from this woman, to the man whose code of honor would ever have protected her husband from disgrace; and I knew that I was listening to the thing which you, Aynesworth, and many of your fellow story writers, have so wisely and so ignorantly dilated upon the vengeance of a woman denied.
Don't ruin her life for the sake of a little diversion!" Wingrave, who had been holding a cigar case in his hand for the last few minutes, opened it, and calmly selected a cigar. "Aren't you a little melodramatic, Aynesworth?" he said.
"You must own for yourself that this case is exceptional. Let us go down to the Vicarage and inquire about it." "I shall do nothing of the sort," Wingrave answered. "Nor will you! Do you see the spray coming over the cliffs there? The sea must be worth watching." Aynesworth walked by his side in silence. He dared not trust himself to speak.
Get me those letters, and I will make you my secretary, find you a seat in Parliament, and anything else in reason that you will!" Aynesworth rose to his feet. He wished to intimate that, so far as he was concerned, the interview was at an end. "Your proposition, Mr. Barrington," he said, "is absolutely impossible.
I mean to buy first, and then go out to the mine. If I have made a mistake, I shall not be ruined. If Hardwell's story is true, there will be millions in it." Aynesworth said nothing, but his face expressed a good deal. "Here are the names of seven respectable brokers," Wingrave continued, passing a sheet of paper towards him. "I want you to buy five hundred shares from each of them.
"No one could have been so kind, so generous, as you have been to me." She looked from one to the other of the two men. Both were silent, but whereas Aynesworth had turned his head away, Wingrave's position and attitude were unchanged. She moved suddenly over towards him. One hand fell almost caressingly upon his shoulder. She looked eagerly into his face.
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