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Russia would immediately either make terms with Japan, or abandon any active operations in Manchuria and move upon India. Germany would come for us." "Is this all purely imagination?" Duncombe asked, "or have you anything to go on?" "So far as I am concerned," Lord Runton said slowly, "I, of course, know nothing.
The submission of his will to hers was sure to be liberally rewarded; for it gave her great happiness to extort, from his indifference or his affection, the concessions which she never sought by force of reason, or by appeals to principle concessions which he frequently withheld, solely for the sake of asserting his independence of her control. She was anxious for him to marry Miss Duncombe.
And, Duncombe, it's hard for you to go, I know but look here, I believe that you will be back in a month, and taking Miss Poynton to lunch chez Ritz. I never felt so sure of it as I do to-day." Duncombe remembered the answer to his note, and found it hard to share his friend's cheerfulness.
I was interested in your story before. I am ten times more interested in it now. If you still want me I'll do what I can for you." "Want you! Spencer, do you mean it?" Duncombe exclaimed. "Want you! Why, there's no one I'd rather interest in the affair than you." "Well, I can promise you my interest is pretty well excited already," Spencer answered. "I'm with you right along.
"But for the present we must wait. If any one can help us, Spencer will." A servant came in with the whisky and glasses, and silently arranged them upon the table. Duncombe rose and attended to his duties as host. "Can I get you anything further, sir?" the man asked. "Nothing, thanks," Duncombe answered. "Tell the servants to go to bed. We will lock up. Say when, Andrew!"
"I am very much disposed," he said, "to accept Lord Runton's offer. Have you any objection?" "Of course I have," Duncombe answered. "You are working for me." "Was working for you," Spencer corrected gently. "That is all over, isn't it?" "What do you mean?" Duncombe exclaimed. Spencer stood squarely upon his feet. He looked a little tired.
Whitlock he met Herbert Bowater returning from the cemetery in search of him, with tidings of some cases where he was especially needed. As they walked on together Mrs. Duncombe overtook them with a basket on her arm. She held out her hand with an imploring gesture. "Mr. Charnock, it can't be true, can it? they only say so out of ignorance that it was Pettitt's well, I mean?"
Andrew stood with his almost sightless eyes turned upon his friend, and Duncombe was looking up through the elm trees to the Hall. He was trying to fancy her as she must have appeared to this man who dwelt alone, walking down the meadow in the evening. "No," he repeated softly, "I don't understand myself. You've known me for a long time, Andrew.
"No one denies," said Julius, "that generous forbearance, patience, fortitude, and self-renunciation, belong almost naturally to the true wife and mother, and are her great glory; but would she not be stripped of them by self-assertion as the peer in power?" "Turning our flank again with a compliment," said Mrs. Duncombe.
She was somewhat abashed, but was excited enough to answer, "Thank you. I am going to join Lady Tyrrell and Mrs. Duncombe in a subscription to Rolandi's." He started, and after a pause of a few moments said gently, "Are you sure that Mr. and Mrs. Charnock would like to trust your choice of foreign books to Mrs. Duncombe?"
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