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"You damned villain!" Then he patted the girl's head. "You found the scoundrel out before you married him," said he. "I am glad on't; glad on't!" "'Tis such a reversing of the usual order of things that it calls for wonder," said Mr. Caryll. "Eh?" quoth his lordship. "Who the devil are you? One of his friends?" "Your lordship overwhelms me," said Mr. Caryll gravely, making a bow.
Green," said Mr. Caryll, very airy. "Ye're mighty curt, and ye're entirely wrong so to be. You might find me a very useful friend." "I've found you so before," said Mr. Green sourly. "Ye've a nice sense of humor," said Mr. Caryll, head on one side, contemplating the spy with admiration in his glance. "And a nicer sense of a Jacobite," answered Mr. Green.
Thence as Justin knew well, even by the little light there was he could, by careful noticing of some landmarks, make his way to the 'real' moor, as the boys called it, for the more or less grassy part nearer Caryll Place they did not think worthy of the name, and reach the Crags' cottage more quickly than it could be got to by the road.
Caryll himself, not even the queer position into which he had been thrust could repress his characteristics.
And with that he fell to reviling the deed that was the cause of this, Rotherby and the whole brood of Ostermore. "Let be," said Mr. Caryll, as he dropped into a chair. "Rotherby is undergoing his punishment. The town looks on him as a cut-throat who has narrowly escaped the gallows. I marvel that he tarries here. An I were he, I think I'd travel for a year or two."
My father was a man who traded in his children, and he had offered me, with a jointure that was a fortune, to the Earl of Ostermore as a wife for his son." Mr. Caryll was listening, all ears. Some light was being shed upon much that had lain in darkness. "And so," she proceeded, "your grandfather constrained your father to forget the woman he had left in France, and to marry me.
What was it that he had feared? He did not know. Still he accounted it an odd matter, and said so. "What is odd?" inquired Mr. Caryll. "Does it happen that your lordship was acquainted at any time with that vanished family?" "I was, sir slightly acquainted at one time with one or two of its members. 'Tis that that is odd. You see, sir, my name, too, happens to be Caryll."
Caryll denied him this, attacking now for the first time, and the rapidity of his play was such that Rotherby opined the end to be at hand, appreciated to the full his peril. In a last desperate effort, gathering up what shreds of strength remained him, he repulsed Mr. Caryll by a vigorous counter attack.
Caryll, all imperturbable, "lacking even the sense to read the directions which the book contains, and he has no thought for the circumstance that the time of day is uncanonical. Is more needed, madame?" "So much was not needed," said she, "though I am your debtor, sir." Her voice was marvelously steady, ice-cold with scorn, a royal anger increasing the glory of her eyes.
"God!" shrieked her ladyship, who took in the meaning of this thing before Rotherby had begun to suspect it. "'Tis a forgery!" "That were idle, when the original entry in the register is to be seen in, the Church of St. Antoine, madam," answered Mr. Caryll.
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