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"Yes, it's a pretty gift an' she's much obliged to all of you," replied Reuben, with the natural dignity which never deserted him. "She's a good girl, Molly is," he added simply. "For all her quick words an' ways thar ain't a better girl livin'." "We are very sure of that," said Mr. Chamberlayne, speaking in Gay's place. "She is a kinswoman any of us may be proud of owning."
It took the spirit of a Gay to match a Gay, he thought, not without bitterness. "But why does Mr. Chamberlayne come to you now?" he asked, when he had regained his voice. "It is Mrs. Gay it has always been Mrs. Gay ever since Mr. Jonathan first saw her. She smothered his soul with her softness, and wound him about her little finger when she appeared all the time too weak to lift her hand.
He happened to remark to the stationmaster as he got into the train that he expected to be back late that night, and that he should have a tiring day of it. But Chamberlayne didn't come back that night, Mr. Spargo. He didn't come back to Market Milcaster for four days, and when he did come back it was in a coffin!" "Dead?" exclaimed Spargo. "That was sudden!" "Very sudden," agreed Mr. Quarterpage.
Chamberlayne, who had ridden over from Applegate to consult with Kesiah. In appearance the lawyer belonged to what is called "the old school," and his manner produced an effect of ostentation which was foreign to his character as a Christian and a gentleman.
Why do you seem to think that the beginning and middle and end of my existence is a man? There are times when I find even a turkey more interesting." "It is about a turkey, then, that you have come to see me?" "Oh, no, it's a man, after all, but not a lover he's Mr. Chamberlayne, the lawyer, from Applegate. Yesterday when he was spending the day at the big house, he came over to see me."
Doolittle said at any rate the prisoner assured him that of the two hundred and twenty thousand pounds which was in question, Chamberlayne had had the immediate handling of at least two hundred thousand, and he, the prisoner, had not the ghost of a notion as to what Chamberlayne had done with it.
That a just and tender Deity should inflict pain upon so lovely a being was incomprehensible to his chivalrous spirit. "Has any one told her about Blossom?" asked Molly. Kesiah shook her head. "Mr. Chamberlayne feels that it would be cruel.
Also, I want you to describe Chamberlayne as he was when he died, or was supposed to die. You remember them, of course, quite well?" Mr. Quarterpage got up and moved to the door. "I can do better than that," he said. "I can show you photographs of both men as they were just before Maitland's trial.
Both Briscoe and Chamberlayne treated with the greatest contempt the notion that there could be an overissue of paper as long as there was, for every ten pound note, a piece of land in the country worth ten pounds. Nobody, they said, would accuse a goldsmith of overissuing as long as his vaults contained guineas and crowns to the full value of all the notes which bore his signature.
Unfortunately for everybody, for the bank, for some other people, and especially for his unhappy client, Chamberlayne died, very suddenly, just as these proceedings were instituted, and so far it had been absolutely impossible to trace anything of the moneys concerned. He had died under mysterious circumstances, and there was just as much mystery about his affairs.
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