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"Did you expect to meet me, may I ask?" said he. "You saw, at least, that I courted the presentation," said I. "And you were not afraid?" said Chevenix. "I was perfectly at ease. I knew I was dealing with a gentleman. Be that your epitaph." "Well, there are some other people looking for you," he said, "who will make no bones about the point of honour.
I'll drive you over in the phaeton." Mrs. Devereux agreed to go. Chevenix said that he should fish. He hated calling except on Mrs. Devereux, of course. He braved the discerning eyes of the lady, who had already caught him at his fishing. The phaeton safely away, he found Sanchia, as he had hoped, in the garden.
She arose, with matches in her hand, knelt before the fire and kindled it. She blew into it with her mouth, and watched the climbing flames. "I don't think you need pity Nevile, really," she said. "He will always be happy. But I am going to be made unhappy." She proclaimed her fate as a fact in which she had no concern at all. Chevenix rose and paced the room.
If she's unhappy, I shall be in the worst place I ever was in my life. I don't know what I shall do." "That's the first time you ever said that, I'll go bail," Chevenix interrupted him. But Senhouse did not hear him. "I did everything I could at the time. I nearly made her quarrel with me I dared do that. I went up to Wanless and saw Ingram. I hated the fellow, I disapproved of him, feared him.
Then we all went to bed, and Lord Valmond squeezed my hand and looked as silly as anything, and Jane Roose, who saw, said I had better be careful, as he was playing me off against Mrs. Smith. It was great impertinence of her, I think don't you? especially as Mrs. Smith had gone, so I can't see the point. Now I am going to get up. Your affectionate daughter, Elizabeth. Chevenix Castle,
She was my chum, you know. She's married, too. Chap called Sinclair in the Guides. But Sancie beat them all in her quiet way. A still water what?" Senhouse, his chin clasped in his bony hands, contemplated the sea. His face was drawn and stern. There was a queer twitching of the cheek-bones. "Got him, by Jove!" said Mr. Chevenix to himself, and pushed on.
Nevile Ingram, banging the door open with his knee, jumped out first, and stood to help the ladies; the next to emerge was Mr. Chevenix who, the moment he touched earth, said "Right!" and looked as if he had sparkled. It was clear that he bad abundant health and was satisfied with all the arrangements of Providence.
"He'll turn up at Aunt Wenman's, I'll bet you," Chevenix felt sure. "She rakes 'em in all sorts. Do you think about her, now, there's a dear. You won't be able to stick it at home, you know." "I am sure that I shan't go home," Sanchia said. "And I am thinking about your aunt." "Right," cried Chevenix, and briskly mounted the steps of the cathedral. Mr.
For all that, I was now no less anxious to do the speaking myself than I had been before to hear Flora. At least, I could keep clear of the hateful image of Major Chevenix. Accordingly I burst at once on the narrative of my adventures. It was the same as you have read, but briefer, and told with a very different purpose.
"But there are still Ronald and the Major!" she persisted. "They are not card-room fixtures! Ronald will be coming and going. And as for Mr. Chevenix, he " "Always sits with Miss Flora?" I interrupted. "And they talk of poor St. Ives? I had gathered as much, my dear; and Mr. Ducie has come to prevent it! But pray dismiss these fears! I mind no one but your aunt." "Why my aunt?"
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