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She bit her lips as she walked, and suddenly tears swept down her cheeks and dripped on to the purple cloth folded over her breast. "And he sits in Jem's place! And every day that common, foolish stare will follow me!" she said. He sat, it was true, in the place Jem Temple Barholm would have occupied if he had been a living man, and he looked at her a good deal.
"There's a vulgar horridness about it," said Lucy. "What price Lady Mallowe!" said the son. "I'll bet a sovereign she began it." "She did," remarked Palliser; "but I think one may leave Mr. Temple Barholm safely to Lady Joan." Mr. Grantham laughed as one who knew something of Lady Joan.
He could leave me nothing. It actually seemed as if I should have to starve it did, indeed." There was a delicate quiver in her voice. "And though the late Mr. Temple Barholm had a great antipathy to ladies, he was so so noble as to send word to me that there were a hundred and fifty rooms in his house, and that if I would keep out of his way I might live in one of them."
"Yes, I can; but I wish to make a statement for myself. Whether Jem Temple Barholm is alive or dead, Captain Palliser, T. Tembarom has done him no harm." The duke sat up delicately alert. He had evidently found her worth looking at and listening to from the outset. "Hear! Hear!" he said pleasantly. "What were the exact words?" suggested Palliser.
I was thinking over a whole raft of things a whole raft of them and I didn't know I was doing it, until something made me stop and read a name again. It was a book called `Good-by, Sweetheart, Good-by, and it hit me straight. I wondered what it was about, and I wondered where old Temple Barholm had fished up a thing like that. I never heard he was that kind."
"Are you throwing me down for good, Little Ann?" he said. "If you are, I can't stand it, I won't stand it." "If you care about me like that, you'll do what I tell you," she interrupted, and she slipped down from the top of her trunk. "I know what Mother would say. She'd say, 'Ann, you give that young man a chance. And I'm going to give you one. I've said all I'm going to, Mr. Temple Barholm."
"No, Father, but this letter that's been following me from one place to another has got some queer news in it." "What's up, lass? Tha looks as if summat was up." "The thing that's happened has given me a great deal to think of," was her answer. "It's about Mr. Temple Barholm and Mr. Strangeways." He became wide-awake at once, sitting up and turning in his chair in testy anxiety.
And that instant Little Ann was near him. "No! no! don't go," cried Lady Joan. Jem Temple Barholm came in through the doorway. Life and sound and breath stopped for a second, and then the two whirled into each other's arms as if a storm had swept them there. "Jem!" she wailed. "Oh, Jem! My man! Where have you been?"
Palford, having given his client the benefit of his own exact professional knowledge of the estate of Temple Barholm and its workings and privileges as far as he found them transferable and likely to be understood, returned to London, breathing perhaps something like a sigh of relief when the train steamed out of the little station.
Tembarom for a moment did not awaken to the fact that the man was speaking to him, as the master from whom orders came. He glanced at Mr. Palford. "Mr. Temple Barholm had tea after we left Crowly," Mr. Palford said. "He will no doubt wish to go to his room at once, Burrill." "Yes, sir," said Burrill, with that note of entire absence of comment with which Tembarom later became familiar.
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