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'Infinite advantages of the kind you mean, Mr Coningham, could make me not one whit more than I am; they might make me less. 'Come, come, he expostulated; 'you must not allow disappointment to upset your judgment of things. 'My judgment of things lies deeper than any disappointment I have yet had, I replied. 'My uncle's teaching has at last begun to bear fruit in me.
I have been up to London to my friend Marston for it is years since Mr Coningham died. I have laid everything before him, and left the affair in his hands. He is so confident in my cause, that he offers, in case my means should fail me, to find what is necessary himself; but he is almost as confident of a speedy settlement.
At length I caught sight of my Lilith's head rising white from the hollow in which the farm lay, and ran up to my room to make a little change in my attire. Just as I snatched my riding-whip from a hook by the window, I spied a horseman approaching from the direction of the park gates. Once more it was Mr Coningham, riding hitherward from the windy trees.
The words are but the forms in which, enlightened by facts which have since come to my knowledge, I clothe certain vague memories and impressions of such an interview as certainly took place. In the morning, at breakfast, my aunt asked my uncle who it was that paid such an untimely visit the preceding night. Yes, I remember. It was the same as the steward's over the way. Coningham, it was.
She had to give in when we took to horseback, though. It was getting late, and Mr Coningham came out to find us. 'It is quite time we were going, he said. 'In fact we are too late now. The horses are ready, and your clothes are dry, Mr Cumbermede. I have felt them all over. 'How kind of you, sir! I said. 'Nonsense! Why should any one want another to get his death of cold?
The hour and the Man is eloquent, but an absurd exaggeration. I hold out so valorously against this Scandinavian weather, that I deserve to be ranked with Odin and Thor; and fancy I may go to live at Clifton or Drontheim. Have you had the same icy desolation as prevails here?" To W. Coningham, Esq. "December 28th.
'Soho, Clara! cried her father; 'you want to take us by surprise coming out all at once a town-bred lady, eh? 'Why, where ever did you get that riding-habit, Clara? said her aunt. 'In my box, aunt, said Clara. 'My word, child, but your father has kept you in pocket-money! returned Miss Coningham.
'I know well enough my mare did not kick you before you struck her. Then she lashed out, of course. I waited for no reply, but turned and rode back to the church, the door of which, in my haste, I had left open. I locked it, replaced the key, and then rode quietly home. But as I went, I began to feel that I had done wrong. No doubt, Mr Coningham deserved it, but the law was not in my hands.
'You are not far from the truth there, said Mr Coningham in a significant tone. 'Then you know why he never told me anything! I exclaimed. 'I do from the best authority. 'His own, you mean, I suppose. 'I do. 'But but I didn't know you were ever at all intimate with my uncle, I said. He laughed knowingly.
'We'll have a look, anyhow, he said, as he turned the key in the dry lock. The door snarled on its hinges, and disclosed a space drearier certainly, and if possible uglier, than its promise. 'Really, Mr Coningham, I said, 'I don't see why you should have brought me to look at this place. 'It answered for a bait, at all events. You've had a good long ride, which was the best thing for you.
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