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Friends of Sir George Soane, the landlord hastened to add, 'whom your ladyship probably knows. 'Drat the man! too well! Lady Dunborough answered, making a wry face. For by this time she had heard all about the duel. 'He has nearly cost me dear! But, there if we must, we must.
'Faugh, I don't believe it. And he took his oath on the point. 'You make me sick! Mr. Thomasson said; and meant it. Then, 'My dear friend, I see how it is, he continued. 'You have the fever on you still, or you would not dream of such things. 'But I do dream of her every night, confound her! Mr. Dunborough said; and he groaned like a love-sick boy.
He answered only by a faint groan, and the man raising his eyebrows, looked gravely at the landlord; who, recovered from the astonishment into which the fury and suddenness of the assault had thrown him, turned his indignation on Mr. Dunborough. 'I am surprised at you, sir, he cried, rubbing his hands with vexation. 'I did not think a gentleman in Sir George's company would act like this!
And and I think I really think indeed, my lady, I am sure that she has refused him! She has not accepted him? 'Refused him! Lady Dunborough ejaculated in scorn. Nevertheless she lowered the cane and, raising her glass, addressed herself to the window. 'Not accepted him? Bosh, man! 'But if Sir George had proposed to her before? the tutor suggested. 'There oh, he is coming in!
A big dingy man in a wrap-rascal coat, which left his brawny neck exposed and betrayed that under the coat he wore only his shirt, held up a lanthorn. Its light was scarcely needed. Sir George's hand, not less than, his eyes, told him that the carriage, a big roomy post-chaise, well-cushioned and padded, was empty. Aghast and incredulous, Soane turned on Mr. Dunborough.
Dunborough stood his trial at the next Salisbury assizes, and, being acquitted of the murder of Mr. Pomeroy, was found guilty of manslaughter. He pleaded his clergy, went through the formality of being branded in the hand with a cold iron, and was discharged on payment of his fees.
Dunborough found his lips dry, his throat husky. 'What do you want? he muttered, his voice changed. 'I have told you all I know. Likely enough they have taken her back to get themselves out of the scrape. 'They have not, said the lawyer. 'We have come that way, and must have met them. 'They may be in Chippenham? 'They are not. We have inquired. 'Then they must have taken this road.
Thomasson, and it was not in his nature to do the thing that lay before him until he had considered whether it might not profit him to do something else. In this case the bare statement that Mr. Dunborough, and not Sir George, was the author of the outrage, would go for little with her.
Lady Dunborough could no longer have accused him of airs and graces. Breeding, habit, the custom of the gaming-table, the pride of caste availed to mask his passions under a veil of reserve, but were powerless to quell them.
Dunborough start and make a half turn. Before they had time to draw any conclusion he flung his pistol a dozen paces away, and cursed his second. 'D n you, Morris! he cried shrilly; 'you put no powder in the pan, you hound!
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