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"But he's not dead yet," said the banker, shuddering. "Sir, he cannot live a minute." Darvil raised himself bolt upright shook his clenched fist at his conquerors, and a fearful gurgling howl, which the nature of his wounds did not allow him to syllable into a curse, came from his breast with that he fell flat on his back a corpse.
The banker lowered his spectacles, and gazed at her without their aid; his eyes were still fine and expressive. "What is your name?" he asked. "Alice Alice Darvil, sir." "Well, Alice, we have been considering what is best for you. You wish to earn your own livelihood, and perhaps marry some honest man hereafter." "Marry, sir never!" said Alice, with great earnestness, her eyes filling with tears.
Alas! eighteen years ago, in that spot of earth, Alice Darvil had first caught the soul of music from the lips of Genius and of Love! But better as it is, less romantic, but more proper, as Hobbs' Lodge was less pretty, but more safe from the winds and rains, than Dale Cottage. Miss Bridget ventured to ask the good-humoured Lord Vargrave if he sang.
Those garments they were Ernest's gift Ernest's taste; they were like the last relic of that delicious life which now seemed to have fled for ever. All traces of that life of him, the loving, the protecting, the adored; all trace of herself, as she had been re-created by love, was to be lost to her for ever. She was still sobbing in vehement and unrestrained passion, when Darvil re-entered.
"Good good!" The banker rose. "I think you have made a very clever definition," said he. "Half an hour you recollect good evening." "Stay," said Darvil; "you are the first man I have seen for many a year that I can take a fancy to. Sit down sit down, I say, and talk a bit, and we shall come to terms soon, I dare say; that's right.
Darvil I hope not; but this is hardly a time for talking pray let me mount, and " "Not a time for talking!" interrupted Darvil angrily; "it's just the time to my mind: let me consider, ay, I told you that whenever we met by the roadside it would be my turn to have the best of the argufying." "I dare say I dare say, my good fellow." "Fellow not me! I won't be fellowed now.
THE history Vargrave had heard he revolved much when he retired to rest. He could not but allow that there was still little ground for more than conjecture that Alice Darvil and Alice Lady Vargrave were one and the same person. It might, however, be of great importance to him to trace this conjecture to certainty.
"But he's not dead yet," said the banker, shuddering. "Sir, he cannot live a minute." Darvil raised himself bolt upright shook his clenched fist at his conquerors, and a fearful gurgling howl, which the nature of his wounds did not allow him to syllable into a curse, came from his breast with that he fell flat on his back a corpse.
Darvil I hope not; but this is hardly a time for talking pray let me mount, and " "Not a time for talking!" interrupted Darvil angrily; "it's just the time to my mind: let me consider, ay, I told you that whenever we met by the roadside it would be my turn to have the best of the argufying." "I dare say I dare say, my good fellow." "Fellow not me! I won't be fellowed now.
The light, which came from a dark-lanthorn, placed on the ground, revealed the forms of a peasant in a smock-frock, and two stout-built, stalwart men, armed with pistols besides the one engaged with Darvil. The whole of this scene was brought as by the trick of the stage as by a flash of lightning as by the change of a showman's phantasmagoria before the astonished eyes of the banker.
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