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Field was particularly interested. All this worked out beautifully with his theory. "I expect the body was concealed here," he said. "The thing has been well worked out. But do you suppose that Sartoris went to all this trouble and expense for the simple reason " "He didn't," Berrington explained. "Miss Sartoris, or Miss Grey as I prefer to call her, told me all about that.
I was to think of you as being utterly unworthy to become a good man's wife." "If you had done so a great deal of trouble and anxiety would have been saved, Phil." "Yes, but I declined to do anything of the kind," Berrington said eagerly. "I knew that in some way you were sacrificing yourself for others. And when I found that your brother had gone, I felt absolutely certain of it."
Much though I love my life I love my daughter's happiness more, and I would rather die than allow her to marry excuse me, Mr Berrington a penniless man.
'I thought she was quite one of your favourites, Lady Bellair? said Henrietta Temple rather maliciously. 'A Bath favourite, my dear; a Bath favourite. I wear my old bonnets at Bath, and use my new friends; but in town I have old friends and new dresses. 'Lady Frederick Berrington, my lady. 'Oh! my dear Lady Frederick, now I will give you a treat.
"Mr Berrington, you have been the means of saving our lives. It would be ungrateful in me to refuse you any favour that I can, with propriety, grant." "I am aware," continued Edgar, "that you have have met with losses. That your circumstances are changed " Mr Hazlit coloured and drew himself proudly up.
I was not always bad, as you know. There was a time when I was another man." "Never," Berrington said dispassionately. "The seeds of evil were always there." "Well, let that pass, if you like. A bad man and a bad woman and a dreadful accident have reduced me to what you see. What took place here to-night is beside the mark. The fact remains that you know too much.
Poor Mrs Berrington saw, with much regret, the lieutenant and his men take their departure. They were going, he said, to make another thorough search for the hostile natives, and to advise them to remove to a distance from the white men's stations. Some weeks passed away, and the new comers were getting accustomed to bush-life.
A silver match-box invited the prisoner to smoke. He took a cigarette. Clearly he was a prisoner. The window was shuttered with iron, and a small round ventilator; high up, inside the door, was another sheet of iron. There was perhaps a little consolation in the fact that no personal violence was intended. For a long time Berrington reviewed the situation.
The instant Miss Dundas closed the door after her, Lord Berrington exclaimed, "Upon my honor, Mr. Constantine, I have a good mind to put that terrible pupil of yours into my next comedy! Don't you think she would beat Katharine and Petruchio all to nothing? I declare I will have her." "In propria persona, I hope?" asked Miss Beaufort, with a playful smile.
"Don't ask me," Catton, the night watchman said, as he held his hands to his head. "My brain feels as if it had been squeezed dry. Somebody hit me on the head after a lady in grey came and fetched me. A little lady in grey, with a sad face and grey eyes." Berrington started violently, and Mark looked up in surprise.
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