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This is Jane, two years younger. This is Helen; she is nine, and as tall as Jane, you see. This is Harriet, eight. And this is Mary Polly, as papa calls her and she is nineteen months younger than you, and a terrible tomboy already; so don't make her worse. This is your cousin, girls, Reginald Dacre. You must amuse him among you, and don't tease him, for he is not used to children."
Dacre walked to and fro with folded arms, while Geoffrey, slipping into his old jacket, which he had been rather surprised to find wrapped round his ancestor's sword, busied himself with the kettle and a bottle he had taken from a cupboard. "Listen, Ripon " said Dacre.
'What? 'Disappointment. Another pause, yet she did not go. 'I will not quarrel, and so you need not try. You are consigned to my care, and I am to amuse you. What shall we do? 'Do what you like, Miss Dacre; but spare, oh! spare me your pity! 'You do indeed surprise me. Pity! I was not thinking of pity! But you are indeed serious, and I leave you. He turned; he seized her hand.
And she proceeded to tell us how, when she got the news of our father's death, she made haste to come down to Milthorpe. 'Not that I hoped, said she, 'to be here in time for the burying; but it was borne in on my mind there should be a friend of our side of the house to stand by you. Is Mr. Dacre here?
I don't know if I can, but I shall try. I shall try to make up to him for it for as long as I live. And I thank God for giving me the chance." Her deep voice quivered, and Bernard's hand tightened upon hers. "Yes," he said, looking at Sir Reginald. "Ralph Dacre is dead. He was the unknown man who was shot in the jungle two nights ago." "Indeed!" said Sir Reginald sharply. "Yes," Stella said.
'I have a horse which I think will suit your Grace, said Mr. Dacre, 'and to which, in fact, you are entitled, for it bears the name of your house. You have ridden Hauteville, Sir Tichborne? 'Yes; fine animal! 'I shall certainly try his powers, said the Duke. 'When is your next field-day? 'Thursday, said Sir Tichborne; 'but we shall be too early for you, I am afraid, with a gruff smile.
"Colonel Gerard, you won't fire, will you? My heart would break if he were hurt." "Hang it all, Jinny, give the fellow fair play," cried Lord Dacre. "He stood my fire like a man, and I won't see him interfered with. Whatever happens I can't get worse than I deserve." But already there had passed between me and the lady a quick glance of the eyes which told her everything.
The old man did not answer for a moment. "Reynolds, have you seen Dacre?" The question was sudden. "Does does not your lordship know " he faltered. Geoffrey sprang from his chair. "They shot him." Geoffrey sank back to his seat. The old servant walked to the window, pulling out his handkerchief. Outside was heard the measured step of the turnkey pacing to and fro.
Dacre looked the Duke of Datchet up and down in that languid way he has. He perceived the canvas bag. Then he remarked, possibly intending to be facetious: "Been robbing the bank? Shall I call a cart?" Nobody minds what Ivor Dacre says. Besides, he is the duke's own cousin. Perhaps a little removed; still, there it is. So the duke smiled a sickly smile, as if Mr.
'Miss Dacre! am I then to wake to the misery of being rejected? 'A little week ago, Duke of St. James, we were strangers. It would be hard if it were in the power of either of us now to deliver the other to misery. 'You are offended, then, at the presumption which, on so slight an acquaintance, has aspired to your hand. It is indeed a high possession. I thought only of you, not of myself.
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