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Brithwood, you must have been as ignorant as I was of the character of your nominee, or you would have chosen some one else. Herbert" he turned to his son, who, until the late dissolution, had sat for some years as member for Norton Bury "Herbert, are you acquainted with any of these facts?" Mr. Herbert Oldtower looked uncomfortable. "Answer," said his father.
"My name is John Halifax." "Yes; but WHAT are you?" "What he said. Mr. Brithwood knows me well enough: I work in the tan-yard." "Oh!" Mr. March turned away with a resumption of dignity, though evidently both surprised and disappointed. Young Brithwood laughed. "I told you so, cousin.
He had been the same Henry March whose life John had saved years before when the Avon was in flood. He was cousin to Squire Brithwood, who also owed his life to John on the same occasion. Unhappily, Ursula's fortune was left in the keeping of that highly undesirable person.
"Canaille!" the scream was more of terror than anger, as she almost flung herself under the horses' heads in her eagerness to escape from the mob. "Let me go! My carriage is waiting. I am Lady Caroline Brithwood!" The 'squire heard her.
To-night nearly every one present stole gradually into the circle round her; men and women alike charmed by the fascination of her ripe beauty, her lively manner, her exquisite smile and laugh. I wondered what John thought of Lady Caroline Brithwood. She could not easily see him, even though her acute glance seemed to take in everything and everybody in the room.
Brithwood of the Mythe House, who never cared where he galloped or whom he hurt "So tall and so strong." "Am I? Well, I shall want my strength." "How?" "To earn my living." He drew up his broad shoulders, and planted on the pavement a firmer foot, as if he knew he had the world before him would meet it single-handed, and without fear. "What have you worked at lately?"
Call my carriage. I will go home." Through its coarse discordance, its insane rage, I thought I knew the voice. Especially when, assuming a tone of command, she addressed the old coachman: "Draw up, Peter; you are very late. People, give way! Don't you see my carriage?" There was a roar of laughter, so loud that even Mr. Brithwood opened his dull, drunken eyes and stared about him.
Not one penny shall she get out of my fingers as long as I can keep hold of it." John bowed, his hand still on the door. "As you please, Mr. Brithwood. That was not the subject of our interview. Good-morning." And we were away. Re-crossing the iron gates, and out into the open road, John breathed freely. "That's over all is well." "Do you think what he threatened is true? Can he do it?"
March surely, your wife's fortune " Ursula rose, in her old impetuous way "His wife's fortune! Richard Brithwood keeps it back; and my husband would work day and night for me and our children rather than go to law." "Oh! on principle, I suppose? I have heard of such opinions," said the earl, with the slightest perceptible sneer. "And you agree with him?" "I do, heartily.
"He would think me unworthy of his," was the low, firm answer. Miss March smiled incredulously. "Because you are not very rich? What can that signify? It is enough for me that my friends are gentlemen." "Mr. Brithwood, and many others, would not allow my claim to that title." Astonished nay, somewhat more than astonished the young gentlewoman drew back a little. "I do not quite understand you."
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