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"We do not know, he may not have had a Greek face." John Derringham laughed. "Jason who led the Argonauts to find the Golden Fleece it is a good omen. Would you help me to find the Golden Fleece if you could?" "Yes, I would, if you were good and true but the end of the story was sad because Jason was not." "How must I be good and true then?
And then her loyalty caused her to repeat, with extra care, to John Derringham in a whisper the fib which Mrs.
"Yes, she does, I believe," John Derringham said. "My old master tells me she never sees or speaks to anyone from one year's end to another. I have only met her very rarely myself." "Does it not seem too awful?" returned Cora, aghast, thinking of her own merry, enjoyable life, with every whim gratified. "To be so young and attractive and actually buried alive!
It would be such a mercy to the family. We might begin to pay off the mortgage on the castle." The conversation took a frivolous turn, and died in laughter. But towards the end of dinner Mrs. Derringham again spoke of Nigel Armine, asking: "And what does Mr. Armine do now?"
And even then they merely went as far as sentinels to warn or encourage her in the progress of her aims, never wasting themselves upon irrelevant objects. When her scented presence had left the room, John Derringham clasped his hands behind his head, and, before he was aware of it, his lips had murmured "Thank God!"
"A man always has to convince himself he is doing a fine thing when he gives himself up to be hanged." John Derringham reached Wendover by the road and the lodge gates in an impossible temper. He had left the orchard house coming as near to a quarrel with his old master as such a thing could be.
And she nodded a gracious dismissal. Then, turning to John Derringham, she gave him two fingers, while she said with some show of haughty friendliness: "My sister and I will be very pleased to see you if you are staying in this neighborhood, Mr. Derringham, and care to take tea with us one day."
"I tell you I will not take their point of view," John Derringham said, continuing the conversation he had been carrying on before Halcyone arrived. "Everything in England is spoilt by this pandering to the mediocrity.
John Derringham thought her superb. If he had been really in love with her, he might have seen through her and not cared just as if she had not attracted him at all, he would certainly have taken her measure and enjoyed laying pitfalls for her. But as it was, his will was always trying to augment his inclination.
"Isn't she just too sweet, Cis?" whispered Miss Lutworth into Mrs. Cricklander's ear. "Can't we get Mr. Derringham to take us over there this afternoon?" But when the subject was broached later at luncheon by his hostess, John Derringham threw cold water upon the idea.
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