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John was silent; he had locked his hands together convulsively; but it was easy to see that his blood was at boiling heat, and that, did he once slip the leash of his passions, it would go hard with Richard Brithwood. The latter came up to him with clenched fist. "Now mark me, you you vagabond!" Ursula March crossed the room, and caught his arm, her eyes gleaming fire.
He said the words distinctly, so that the whole circle might have heard, and was turning away, when Mr. Brithwood fired up as an angry man does in a losing game. "Humiliate yourself! What do you mean, sir? Wouldn't you be only too thankful to crawl into the houses of your betters, any how, by hook or by crook? Ha! ha! I know you would.
Brithwood, I have the honour of bearing a message to you from your cousin Miss Ursula March." "She's nothing to me I never wish to see her face again, the the vixen!" "You will be kind enough, if you please, to avoid all such epithets; at least, in my hearing." "Your hearing! And pray who are you, sir?" "You know quite well who I am." "Oh, yes! And how goes the tanning?
John Halifax, emptying his soaked boots, answered, "I suppose so." "Indeed, we owe you much." "Not more than a crown will pay," said young Brithwood, gruffly; "I know him, Cousin March. He works in Fletcher the Quaker's tan-yard." "Nonsense!" cried Mr. March, who had stood looking at the boy with a kindly, even half-sad air. "Impossible! Young man, will you tell me to whom I am so much obliged?"
Brithwood would be at liberty, for five minutes only, in the justice-room. We were led out, crossing the court-yard once more where, just riding out, I saw two ladies, one of whom kissed her hand gaily to John Halifax to the magistrate's office. There, safely separated from his own noble mansion, Mr. Brithwood administered justice.
Brithwood's busy, sir better come to-morrow," suggested the man evidently knowing enough upon his master's affairs. "I am sorry to trouble him but I must see Mr. Brithwood to-day."
It was a new doctrine; foreign to the practice, if familiar to the ear, of Christian Norton Bury. No one answered him; all stared at him; one or two sheered off from him with contemptuous smiles. Then Ursula March stretched out her friendly hand. John took it, and grew calm in a moment. There arose a murmur of "Mr. Brithwood is going." "Let him go!"
Brithwood of the Mythe House, and another gentleman. They both pulled hard they got out of the mid-stream, but not close enough to land; and already there was but two oars' length between them and the "boar." "Swim for it!" I heard one cry to the other: but swimming would not have saved them. "Hold there!" shouted John at the top of his voice; "throw that rope out and I will pull you in!"
They took at least, Mr. Vermilye did all the property of Lord Luxmore's that he could lay his hands upon family jewels and money to a considerable amount. The earl is pursuing him now, not only as his daughter's seducer, but as a swindler and a thief." "And Richard Brithwood?" "Drinks and drinks and drinks. That is the beginning and the end of all." There was no more to be said.
Vermilye's election would be an insult to all three; therefore, I oppose it." A louder murmur rose. "Silence, you scoundrels!" shouted Mr. Brithwood; adding his usual formula of speech, which a second time extorted the old baronet's grave rebuke. "It seems, Sir Ralph, that democracy is rife in your neighbourhood.
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