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Condamine's mother, to rent Bridgefield House, but on this, as well as respecting a successor to the bailiff, Mr. Egremont was to give his answer the next day, when Mr. Bulfinch would call again.
He insisted on Bulfinch having the settlements ready for them on their return, and only let them wait long enough to keep their residence, before there was a very quiet wedding in their parish church, with the cousins for bridesmaids. Then Mark and Annaple took care of Mr. Egremont for the fortnight while Mr.
Then, as she sat in the darkened tent-room, crying over her letters, while the stunned and bewildered Nuttie was, under her Aunt Jane's direction, attending to the needful arrangements, Canon Egremont wandered in upon her in the overflow of confidence of a man with a full heart, wanting to talk it all out, communicating the more, because she was a discreet woman, and asked no questions.
A quickened step, almost a run, and she was by his side. 'Mr. Egremont! He stood. 'Mr. Egremont. I thought it was you. I wanted They were under the church. As Thyrza spoke, the bells suddenly broke out with their harsh clanging; they had been ringing for the last twenty minutes, and were now recommencing after a pause. Egremont glanced towards the tower, startled and seemingly annoyed.
But perhaps, since Mark Egremont had really been so generous in hunting up the cousin who was displacing him, she was bound in duty to marry him; perhaps he reckoned on her doing so. She would be generous in her turn, give up all the wealth to him, and return to do and be everything to Micklethwayte. How they would admire and bless her.
He had fluttered like others from flower to flower, and like others had often fancied the last perfume the sweetest, and then had flown away. But now he was entirely captivated. The divinity was a new beauty; the whole world raving of her. Egremont also advanced. The Lady Arabella was not only beautiful: she was clever, fascinating. Her presence was inspiration; at least for Egremont.
He would speak now in the same way, with those inflections which she knew so well, dearer music than any she had learnt or could learn. In the beginning she had known a few fears; time then was so long so long before her; but what had she to do with fear now? Was he not Walter Egremont, the man of all men the good, wise, steadfast?
Alice, knowing by long experience that, when her aunt spoke in that tone, persuasion was useless, desisted, but looked at her in consternation, with eyes swimming in tears. Nuttie understood her a little better, and felt the prickings of distrust again. 'But, aunt, dear aunt, how can we leave you? What will you do with all the boarders, went on Mrs. Egremont. 'I shall see my way, my dear.
It was the look which tormented her, not that which she yearned for. She could not move away her eyes. 'You are going away, Mr. Egremont? 'Yes, I am going out of England for a week or two perhaps for longer. It was wrong all wrong. In spite of himself he could not but admit a note of pathos. The automatic voice of politeness would not come at his bidding.
'You do not know me, said Lady Kirkaldy, taking her hand, 'but I am aunt to some former pupils of yours, one of whom, Mark Egremont, is very anxious to come and see you. 'Mark! My dear little Mark, and her face lighted up. 'How very kind of him. But he is not little Mark now. 'He is not a very big Mark either. Most of the Egremonts are small.
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