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He saw Denzil, and shrewdly suspected he was working in the interests of Carnac. He came forward to Denzil. "You're a long way from home, little man," he said in a voice with an acid note. "About the same as you from home, m'sieu'," said Denzil. "I've got business everywhere in this town," remarked Barouche with sarcasm "and you haven't, have you? You're travelling privately, eh?"
Glazzard declined; so Denzil replenished his own glass, and went on. He was now tremulous with the excitement of his reminiscences; he fidgeted on the chair, and his narrative became more jerky than ever. "Her letter came, posted in London. She had taken leave of the Becket party, and was supposed to be travelling homewards; but she would keep her word with me.
"Yes; I am having quite a run," he replied. "I can't exactly account for it." In a lower tone he added: "Every man of them is purchasing powder and shot, Denzil." This seemed a partial confirmation of my suspicions. "It's queer, to say the least," I answered. "I wouldn't sell them much. Tell them you're running short." "They won't believe that," said Griffith Hawke.
And here was this sweet creature speaking of divine love mysteries and looking up at the portrait of her dull, unattractive husband with melancholy eyes, whereas they had sparkled with interest when Denzil was the subject of conversation! Could she, too, have fallen in love with Denzil in one night at dinner and a journey in the train! It was all very remarkable.
"At Hampstead, visiting a friend." "Oh! And what does the friend say?" "He declares that the Count was with him on Christmas Eve and stayed all night." "That is very convenient evidence for the Count, Mr. Denzil. Who is this accommodating friend?" "A doctor called Jorce." "Can his word be trusted?" "So far as I can judge from his looks and a short acquaintance, I should say so."
Then he nodded towards the boy. "He can suit himself about that," he said. With accomplished deftness, with some sacking and two poles, a hasty but comfortable ambulance was made under the skilful direction of the river-master. He had the gift of outdoor life. He did not speak as he worked, but kept humming to himself. "That's all right," he said, as he saw Denzil on the stretcher.
Beads of perspiration appeared on John's forehead, and his voice sunk so low that his cousin bent forward to be certain of hearing him. Then John spoke in broken sentences, for the first time in his life letting another share the thoughts which tortured him, but the time was not for reticence. Denzil must understand everything so that he would consent to a certain plan.
"A letter for you, an important letter," he kept crying as he came nearer. He got the letter into Carnac's hands. "Read it at once, m'sieu'," Denzil said urgently. Carnac saw the handwriting was Junia's, and he tore open the letter, which held the blue certificate of the marriage with Luzanne. He conquered the sudden dimness of his eyes, and read the letter. It said: DEAR CARNAC, I hear from Mr.
To Denzil the old campaigner opened his heart more freely than he had ever done to any one except a brother in arms; and although he was resolute in upholding the cause of Monarchy against Republicanism, he owned to the natural disappointment which he had felt at the King's neglect of old friends, and reluctantly admitted that Charles, sauntering along Pall Mall with ruin at his heels, and the wickedest men and women in England for his chosen companions, was not a monarch to maintain and strengthen the public idea of the divinity that doth hedge a King.
Denzil, and a churchwoman, and as such cannot countenance such conduct as his." "You infer, then, that Mrs. Vrain was in love with the Italian?" "I shouldn't be at all surprised to hear it," cried Bella again. "But he did not care for her! Oh, dear, no! It is my belief, Mr. Denzil, that Mrs. Vrain knows more about the death of her husband than she chooses to admit.
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