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'You will arrange the books you bring from the next room upon these empty shelves, I presume? 'No, not yet. I must not begin that until I have cleared the very last, got it thoroughly cleaned, the shelves seen to, and others put up. 'What a tremendous labour you have undertaken, Mr Cumbermede! said Miss Brotherton. 'I am quite ashamed you should do so much for us.
'Are those verses your own, Mr Cumbermede? she asked, almost in a whisper. I turned trembling. Her lovely face was looking up at me. 'Yes, I answered 'as much my own as that I believe they are not to be found anywhere. But they were given to me rather than made by me. 'Would you let me have them? I am not sure that I understand them. 'I am not sure that I understand them myself.
So you were named after your grandfather, and great-grandfather, and I don't know how many of the race besides. When the last of the Darylls died 'Then, I interrupted, 'my father was the heir. 'No; you mistake: your uncle was the elder Sir David Cumbermede Daryll, of Moldwarp Hall and The Moat, said Mr Coningham, evidently bent on making the most of my rights.
'I shall be glad to accompany you, sir, he added, turning to me, if Sir Giles will allow us. 'You cannot have a better guide than Mr Cumbermede, said Sir Giles. 'I am indebted to him almost for the discovery altogether for the restoration of the library. 'Assisted by Miss Brotherton and her friends, Sir Giles, I said.
Probably from a morbid fear lest the disgrace his father's brutality had inflicted should become known in his regiment, he dropped the surname of Daryll when he joined it; and for what precise reasons I cannot be certain his wife evidently never called herself by any other name than Cumbermede.
But, ill as I liked him, I was forced to confess that he had greatly improved in appearance and manners too, notwithstanding his behaviour was as supercilious as ever to me. 'Do you call her a cob, then? said Clara. 'I should never have thought of calling her a cob. She belongs to Mr Cumbermede.
Brotherton took it from her and approached the wall. 'Why! What the devil! Some one has been meddling already, I find! The very sword I speak of is gone! There's the sheath hanging empty! What can it mean? Do you know anything of this, Mr Cumbermede? 'I do, Mr Brotherton. The sword to which that sheath belongs is mine. I have it.
He was baptized Cumbermede from the desire to keep in memory the name of a celebrated ancestor, the owner, in fact, of the disputed sword itself alluded to in the letters, who had been more mindful of the supposed rights of his king than the next king was of the privations undergone for his sake, for Moldwarp Hall at least was never recovered from the Roundhead branch of the family into whose possession it had drifted.
'Please, sir, interposed Moberly, 'if you'll let me stay where I am, I'll turn round on my deaf ear, and won't listen to a word more of it. It's awful, I do assure you, sir. Mr Elder laughed again. 'No, no, he said. 'Make haste and finish your story, Cumbermede, and let them go to sleep. You, Moberly, may stay where you are for the night, but I can't have this made a practice of.
I have no right to ask you to explain, except that you speak as if I must understand. What have they been telling you about me? 'Nothing at least nothing that She paused. 'I try to live innocently, and were it only for your sake, shall never stop searching for the thread of life in its ravelled skein. 'Do not say for my sake, Mr Cumbermede. That means nothing.
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