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The proposal to instal as her chaperon, instantly, without a day's delay, the very woman denounced in her father's last letter, struck him as first outrageous, and then comic. He laughed aloud over it. Certainly he was not bound in any way to undertake such a business. Blanchflower had spoken the truth when he said that he had no right to ask it. And yet His mind dallied with it.
Should Miss Blanchflower sign the undertaking and afterwards break it, the Public Trustee was directed to proceed against her, and to claim the restitution of the property, subject always to her life allowance. "Pretty well tied up," thought Winnington, marvelling at the strength of feeling, the final exasperation of a dying man, which the will betrayed.
But you must give it up you must! I have written to Miss Marvell." Marion Andrews laughed, a sound of defiance. "All right. I don't take my orders from any one but her. But you are mistaken, Miss Blanchflower, quite mistaken. Good-night." And turning quickly to the left, she entered a field path leading to her brother's house, and was immediately out of sight.
And by the way, Miss Blanchflower, perhaps I ought to let you understand that I'm an artist and a writer, before I'm a Suffragist, and if I come across Miss Marvell engaged in what you and I have been talking of I shall behave just like any other member of the public, and act for the police. I don't want to sail with you under any false pretences!" "I know," said Delia, quietly.
Meanwhile in reply, she smilingly defended her old friend Lady Blanchflower from the implied charge of pauperising the village. "Not at all! She never gave money recklessly and the do-nothings kept clear of her. But she was the people's friend and they knew it. They're very excited about your coming!" "I daresay I shall change some things," said Delia decidedly. "I don't approve of all Mr.
"Yes, my daughter is old-fashioned," resumed the ex-judge, complacently, after a pause. "And I am grateful to Miss Johnson, who has trained her very well. If she were like some of the girls one sees now! Last year there was a young lady here Ach, Gott!" He raised his shoulders, with a contemptuous mouth. "Miss Blanchflower?" asked Winnington, turning towards the speaker with sudden interest.
Did I hear you telling Miss Blanchflower you can't let her in? But you know her of course?" said a man's easy voice. Delia started.
The notice ended with the words "the deceased baronet leaves a large property both in land and personalty. His only child, a daughter, Miss Delia Blanchflower, survives him." Winnington laid down the paper. So the Valkyrie was now alone in the world, and mistress no doubt of all her father's wealth.
The tall, soldierly man, whose pleasant looks were somewhat spoilt by a slightly underhung mouth, and prominent chin, disguised, however, by a fine moustache, offered assistance with the luggage. "There is no need, thank you," said Miss Marvell. "Miss Blanchflower and her maid will see to it."
One of the girls suddenly looked at Delia, and whispered to the speaker. "Oh, I see!" said that lady, vaguely. "Are you Miss Blanchflower?" "Yes." "I beg your pardon. Miss Marvell's expecting you of course. Do make her rest a bit if you can. She's simply splendid! She's going to be one of our great leaders. I'm glad you won't miss it after all.
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