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The lank black figure of Mr. Bryerly stood up, and he concealed something quickly in the breast of his coat. My father stood up also, looking paler, I think, than I ever saw him till then, and he pointed grimly to the door, and said, 'Go. Mr. Bryerly pushed me gently back with his hands to my shoulders, and smiled down from his dark features with an expression quite unintelligible to me.
I treated her as if she had human sympathies, in the hope that they might be generated somehow. 'Was there not a doctor from London with him a few months ago? Dr. Bryerly, I think they call him. 'Yes, a Doctor Bryerly, who remained a few days. Shall we begin to walk towards home, Madame? Do, pray. 'Immediately, cheaile; and does your father suffer much? 'No I think not.
Come; he is more competent than you. You must say yes. Again I looked from her to Doctor Bryerly, and from him to her again. I threw my arms about her neck, and hugging her closely to me, I cried 'Oh, Cousin Monica, dear Cousin Monica, advise me. I am a wretched creature. You must advise me. I did not know till now how irresolute a character was mine.
I rather like that Doctor Bryerly. I could not get him to say what I wanted. I don't think he's Scotch, but he is very cautious, and I am sure, though he would not say so, that he thinks of the matter exactly as I do. He says that those fine people, who are named as his co-trustees, won't take any trouble, and will leave everything to him, and I am sure he is right.
Then with a little nod he walked on, carrying, as I believed, notwithstanding his disclaimer, the secret with him. In the afternoon Doctor Bryerly went away. For many days after our quarrel, Madame hardly spoke to me. As for lessons, I was not much troubled with them.
Bryerly, the strange Swedenborgian, followed by the equally unexpected apparition of Madame de la Rougiere, Austin Ruthyn's painful death, and the reading of his strange will consigning poor Maude to the protection of her unknown Uncle Silas her cousin, good, bright devoted Monica Knollys, and her dreadful distrust of Silas Bartram Haugh and its uncanny occupants, and foremost amongst them Uncle Silas.
'You know, Milly, you must not be talking about this when you go home to Bartram, because Silas would prevent your coming to me any more if he thought I spoke so freely; but I can't help it: so you must promise to be more discreet than I. And I am told that all kinds of claims are about to be pressed against him, now that he is thought to have got some money; and he has been cutting down oak and selling the bark, Doctor Bryerly has been told, in that Windmill Wood; and he has kilns there for burning charcoal, and got a man from Lancashire who understands it Hawk, or something like that.
'Who is coming, Mrs. Rusk? Well, she only knew his name. It was a Mr. Bryerly. My papa expected him to dinner, and to stay for some days. 'I guess he's one of those creatures, dear, for I mentioned his name just to Dr. In my hazy notions of these sectaries there was mingled a suspicion of necromancy, and a weird freemasonry, that inspired something of awe and antipathy. Mr.
'I cannot answer now you must allow me to think it over I will do my best. I am very much obliged, my dear Cousin Monica, you are so very good, and you too, Doctor Bryerly. Doctor Bryerly by this time was looking into his pocket-book, and did not acknowledge my thanks even by a nod. 'I must be in London the day after to-morrow.
'By your leave, may I ask is them dispositions all the devises to my client, which is his only brother, as it seems to me you've seen the will before? enquired Mr. Sleigh. 'Nothing more, unless there is something in the codicil, answered Dr. Bryerly. But there was no mention of him in the codicil. Mr.
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