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She could not imagine her own father, though he had been far less conventional than was Hugh Dunster, talking her over with a young man. Poor Bill Donnington! Of course he was devoted to Bubbles her slave, in fact. Blanche had only seen him once; she had thought him sensible, undistinguished, commonplace.
Also I felt as if I wanted to know something more about them than I did. Also" she hesitated. "Yes?" he said questioningly. "I rather wanted to impress Aunt Blanche." The words came slowly, reluctantly. "I wonder what made you want to do that?" asked Donnington dryly. "Somehow well, you know, Bill, that sort of cool unbelief of hers stings me. She's always thought I make it all up as I go along."
Varick's tone was not very pleasant, and Panton for a moment regretted he had come; but as he had passed through the hall he had seen the old lady nodding over a book, and he was well aware that had he stayed indoors, it would have been to work up in his own room. Bill Donnington suddenly discovered that Bubbles was wearing absurd, high-heeled, London walking shoes.
Young Donnington spoke to her about them, and that drew my attention to her feet as we came out of the gate. She even tripped when we were just past the bridge. Do you remember that?" "No, I didn't notice her at all." "Well, tell me exactly what happened just before she fell over the edge of the embankment?" "I don't know that there's very much to tell."
A woman who killed her little stepson is supposed to haunt that room." "I know," said Donnington shortly. "I've been reading about it in a book downstairs. I shouldn't care to sleep in a room where such a thing had been done ghost or no ghost!" And then Bubbles said something which rather startled him. "Bill," she whispered, leaning yet closer to him, "I raised that ghost two nights ago."
And yet, and yet he had to admit that even now he could never make up his mind he never knew, that is, how far what took place was due to a supernatural agency, or how much to Bubbles' uncanny quickness and cleverness. What was more strange, considering how well he knew her, Donnington did not really know how much she herself believed in it all.
Charlotte tells me she carried you in her last as far as Loughborough and Castle Donnington, will you be so good to go on to Leicester with me? But before we set out for Leicester, I should like to take you to Castle Donnington, "the magnificent seat of the Earl of Moira." But then how can I do that, when I did not go there myself? Oh!
The girl was sufficiently clever and sensitive to realize her good fortune in the matter of Bill Donnington. Sometimes, deep in her heart, she told herself that when she had drunk her cup of pleasure, amusement, and excitement to the dregs perhaps in ten years from now she would at last reward Donnington's long faithful love and selfless devotion.
Donnington smiled. "I suppose I'm more practical than you are," he said. "If I were a schoolmaster, I'd have inscribed on the walls of every classroom: "Kill not the moth or butterfly, For the Last Judgment draweth nigh." They worked very hard during the half-hour that followed, though only the finishing touches remained to be done.
But vows must have their course; thou wilt find the palfrey at the Angel yonder at Donnington. It is all I may do for thee with a safe conscience." "To the devil with thy conscience!" said the dismayed mercer. "Wouldst thou have a bride walk to church on foot?" "Thou mayest take her on thy crupper, Sir Goldthred," answered Wayland; "it will take down thy steed's mettle."
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