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He was elated, too, with the thought that his freedom would perhaps be sealed this evening, and still more by his almost constant attendance on his fascinating companion. As the particular friend of the Dacre family, and as the secret ally of Mrs. Dallington Vere, he in some manner contrived always to be at Miss Dacre's side.
Amongst the various forms of his physical discomfort, faintness, fever, giddiness, and raging thirst may be mentioned. He implored a peasant to liberate him, and the fellow answered with a shout of derision; he hailed a passing clergyman, and explained that he was not a culprit, but Lord Camden, Chief Justice of the Common Pleas, and one of Lord Dacre's guests.
Dacre's delicate wit had given him a passing touch of indigestion. Mr. Dacre noticed that the duke looked sallow, so he gave his pretty sense of humor another airing. "Kitchen boiler burst? When I saw the duchess just now I wondered if it had." His grace distinctly started. He almost dropped the canvas bag. "You saw the duchess just now, Ivor! When?" The duke was evidently moved. Mr.
"You must know the prettiest place you have known this country from your childhood." Ripon drove them up to the highest crest of the down, where the long main wave of the green hills stretches eastward along the coast, and the faint blue sea sleeps glimmering in the south. Still no one spoke; Dacre's eyes were lost over the ocean; even Miss Windsor was grave and silent. Mrs.
He salaamed again profoundly in response to Dacre's contemptuous words, nearly rubbing his forehead upon the ground. "His most noble excellency is pleased to be gracious," he murmured. "If he will deign to follow his miserably unworthy servant up the goat-path where none may overhear, he will speak his message and depart." "Oh, it's a message, is it?"
Bell, the poor landlady, was taken very ill about midnight, the maids were called up, and a physician sent for; they had some trouble to find one; but when he came he told them plainly that her disorder, which they and she too had feared was the Plague, was nothing but pure terror; our careless words about Mr. Dacre's death having struck such a fear in her as to throw her into a kind of fever.
Even Dacre's enthusiasm cooled for a moment before the odd calmness of Geoffrey, who was, as he himself surmised, a man almost without a class and undisturbed by the hopes, fears or prejudices of those who have one.
An odd sensation stirred at Dacre's heart like an unsteady hand knocking for admittance. There was something wrong here something wrong. "You madman!" he said at length, and with the words pulled himself together with a giant effort. "What in the name of wonder are you doing here?"
What more damning evidence could be supplied than this? The dumb sympathy of Peter's eyes kept the torturing thought constantly before her. She felt sure that Peter believed him guilty of Dacre's murder though it was more than possible that in his heart he condoned the offence. Perhaps he even admired him for it, she reflected shudderingly. But his devotion to her, as always, was uppermost.
He moved back a pace, and there in the moonlight before Dacre's insolent gaze he changed. With a deep breath he straightened himself to the height of a tall man. The bent contorted limbs became lithe and strong. The cringing humility slipped from him like a garment. He stood upright and faced Ralph Dacre a man in the prime of life. "That," he said, "is a matter of opinion.
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