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H. at Drury Lane in Lamb's unlucky farce of that name in 1806. See note at the head of "To the Shade of Elliston," above. My first introduction. This paragraph was a footnote in the Englishman's Magazine.
And as he sat at the little table beside Chloe Elliston, his eyes met unflinchingly the flashing, accusing gaze of the black eyes of the girl from the Northland the girl who was his wife. For a long moment their glances held, while the atmosphere of the little room became surcharged with the terrible portent of this silent battle of eyes.
"It is." "And I believe that it was Elliston who penned the decoy letter." "I am more than half convinced that such is the case," admitted Dyke Darrel. "Have you investigated?" "Thoroughly, since I came into town. I learned that Nell got off at the depot, and that she met a red-haired man, and entered a hack with him. After that all is blank." "That confirms my suspicions, Dyke." "What is that?"
Don't you do as you like with me and with all of us? Clarice, you know it hurts me to see you like this. And there's poor Hartman." She pulled away from me. "What has Mr. Hartman to do with it? Who was talking of him?" "Miss Elliston," I said with dignity, "the First of April is past some time ago. What do you want to be playing these games on me for?" "O, don't 'Miss Elliston' me, Bob.
Thereafter, Bobby Burnit was in no more jeopardy from hired thugs, and for a solid year he kept up his fight, with plenty of material to last him for still another twelvemonth. It was a year which improved him in many ways, but Aunt Constance Elliston objected to the improvement. "Bobby, they are spoiling you," she complained.
In the meantime, Mr. Elliston made his way to the principal hotel in the little city and sought his room. He was a regular boarder, but, like other men of leisure, he was not regular at meals or room. Nevertheless, he paid his board promptly, and that was the desideratum with the landlord. The man's teeth gleamed above his short, gray-streaked beard, as he sat down and meditated on the situation.
Mary Elliston would never wear her feelings nakedly, nor allow them to ride her out of hand. Not so Stefan, who was, as yet unknowingly, experiencing romantic love for the first time. This girl was the most glorious creature he had ever known, and the most womanly. Her sex was the very essence of her; she had no need to wear it like a furbelow.
This was greatness, tempered with considerate tenderness to the feelings of his scanty but welcoming entertainer. Great wert thou in thy life, Robert William Elliston! and not lessened in thy death, if report speak truly, which says that thou didst direct that thy mortal remains should repose under no inscription but one of pure Latinity.
To her, on board the battered tramp, came gladly the men of power the men whose spoken word in their polyglot domains was more feared and heeded than decrees of emperors or edicts of kings. And there, in the time-blackened cabin that had once been his cabin, these men talked and the girl listened while her eyes glowed with pride as they recounted the exploits of Tiger Elliston.
She started up, smiling and confused. "How absurd of me: I have been sleeping. Have you just come?" Lady Elliston did not smile and was silent. She took Amabel's hand and looked at her; she had to recover herself from something; it may have been the sleeping face, wasted and innocent, that had touched her too deeply. And her gravity, as of repressed tears, frightened Amabel.
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