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Suppose he says no, and " "Right's right. Give him the chance, my lord. How can you know, unless you tell him the truth?" "Do you like living, Soolsby?" "Do you want to kill me, my lord?" There was a dark look in Eglington's face. "But answer me, do you want to live?" "I want to live long enough to see the Earl of Eglington in his own house." "Well, I've made that possible.
He had crossed a stream which seemed impassable by adroit, insincere diplomacy. She saw that it was time to go, while yet Eglington's disparagement of rank and aristocracy was ringing in the old man's ears; though she knew there was nothing in Eglington's equipment he valued more than his title and the place it gave him.
About an hour after she had gone to bed she heard Eglington's step. It paused at her door. She trembled with apprehension lest he should enter. It was many a day since he had done so, but also she had not heard his step pause at her door for many a day. She could not bear to face it all now; she must have time to think, to plan her course the last course of all.
Suppose he says no, and " "Right's right. Give him the chance, my lord. How can you know, unless you tell him the truth?" "Do you like living, Soolsby?" "Do you want to kill me, my lord?" There was a dark look in Eglington's face. "But answer me, do you want to live?" "I want to live long enough to see the Earl of Eglington in his own house." "Well, I've made that possible.
Your husband's position I did not know you were Lord Eglington's wife would entitle you to the highest consideration." "I knew that Nahoum Pasha would have the whole knowledge, while the Effendina would have part only. Excellency, will you not tell me what news You have? Is Claridge Pasha alive?" "Madame, I do not know. He is in the desert. He was surrounded.
Yet this face, unlike Eglington's, expressed a perfect single-mindedness; it wore the look of a self-effacing man of luminous force, a concentrated battery of energy. Since she had last seen him every sign of the provincial had vanished.
Claridge is bad to-night." A sinister smile passed over Eglington's face. "Who brings the message, Garry?" "A servant Miss Claridge's, my lord." An ironical look came into Eglington's eyes; then they softened a little. In a moment he placed a jar of oxygen in the butler's hands.
"And so we are friends, aren't we? And I am to tell her ladyship, and you are to say 'naught. "But to the Egyptian, to him, your grace, it is my place to speak to Claridge Pasha, when he comes." The Duchess looked at him quizzically. "How does Lord Eglington's death concern Claridge Pasha?" she asked rather anxiously. Had there been gossip about Hylda?
Arrogant and insistent, he had his way, and, on a division, the Government was saved by a mere handful of votes votes to save the party, not to indorse Eglington's speech or policy. Exasperated and with jaw set, but with a defiant smile, Eglington drove straight home after the House rose. He found Hylda in the library with an evening paper in her hands.
"It is fifteen years since I was here, my lord. Then I came to see the Earl of Eglington." "And so history repeats itself every fifteen years! You came to see the Earl of Eglington then; you come to see the Earl of Eglington again after fifteen years!" "I come to speak with him that's called the Earl of Eglington." Eglington's eyes half closed, as though the light hurt them.
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