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Lifting the lid, he held up to view a superb diamond ring, the curious setting of which Guly recognized at once, as being the same as on a diamond ring, of like appearance, he had seen the prisoner wear. While examining it, some words engraved on the inside, caught the judge's eye, and turning it to the light, he read, in full, clear tones, the name of "Clinton Delancey."
By degrees the coldness wore off between May and himself, and she consented to be Emily's, his Emily's bridesmaid. One night, however, the bell had a solemn summons in it, which Hal could not resist. It tolled as though for a funeral, and spoke to his very heart. He threw on his fire-clothes and hastened down town. Delancey soon reached the scene of destruction.
He pointed to an account of the Irish Dairy Company frauds, in which it was stated that the secretary, known as Delancey, appeared also to have borne the name of Rodman. They gazed at each other. 'Then it was Rodman wrote that letter! Mutimer cried. 'I'll swear to it. He did it to injure me at the last moment. Why haven't they got him yet? The police are useless.
Instead of which the best that he could hope for in "shorter notices" would be an announcement that "Mr. Woburn's many admirers will no doubt find his last book eminently to their taste. He provides a lavish supply of the features they are accustomed to look for in his work." Poor Delancey, his stories did sell so well!
Delancey was not in the store either, and there was evidence of the want of a presiding mind in the appearance of the whole store; clerks talking together in knots, while some of the customers were being neglected; goods still covered with the linen curtains, and counters undusted and unattended.
General Delville was a splendid-looking man; and this, united with his wealth and station, could scarcely have failed to win to his heart any maiden whom he chose to address, less frank and upright than Della Delancey.
Delancey sought his daughter's apartment; when he entered, Della was seated gracefully on an ottoman, arranging a bouquet of orange flowers and mignonnette. It was a sweet picture, and the father stopped to look upon it. Della looked up, and her eye went quickly from her father's to Minny's face, then dropped again upon her flowers. "Are you ready, Della?" "One minute, papa."
"You give me your consent?" "Ask anything but that." "And you prefer to have your name go forth to the world branded with shame and infamy, rather than give your daughter to an honest man, who will strive to make her a good husband, and whom she already loves?" Mr. Delancey moaned, and covered his face with his hands.
Delancey always begins things with a sudden noisy rush. "Charlotte," he said, "I have made up my mind." "It sounds very momentous," I teased. There is always, to him, something a little bit sacred about the accepted. "I can't go on with it any longer," he explained. "Go on with what?" "My damned stories."
"Miss Della," said the governess, "your attitude is a trifle too stiff a little more of the bend, if you please." Miss Della tipped a little. "Dort, darling," said Mrs. Delancey, "pray don't display such an appetite it is really frightful to see you eat so much. A young lady like you should be very delicate at table." "And pay long visits to the cupboard between meals, eh, mamma?" Mr.
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