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Far better was my position as clerk; then at least I slept sound at nights, and relished my meals. But I had tasted of so-called independence, and I could not go back to be at the beck and call of an employer. Ah! no employer ever made me work so hard as Mr. Elmsdale; no beck and call were ever so imperative as his. "I pass over a long time of anxiety, struggle, and hardship.
But I suppose you do not intend to cast the young lady's affections from you as if they were of no value?" At this juncture her eyes and mine met. She smiled, and I could not help smiling too. "Suppose we leave it in this way," Mr. Craven said, addressing apparently some independent stranger. "If, at the end of a year, Miss Elmsdale is of the same mind, let her write to me and say so.
I had been short of money every hour since I first engaged in business, and yet I never comprehended the meaning of a dead-lock till then. "One day, in the City, when I was almost mad with anxiety, I met Mr. Elmsdale. "'Shall you be ready for me, Harringford? he asked. "'I do not know I hope so, I answered.
He endured agonies in trying to call himself Elmsdale, and rarely succeeded in styling his wife anything except Mrs. HE. I am told Miss Blake's mimicry of this peculiarity was delicious: but I never was privileged to hear her delineation, for, long before the period when this story opens, Mr.
"Well, that is singular," I observed; then asked, "Do you think Mr. Elmsdale had any other office besides the library at River Hall?" "No," was the reply, "none whatever. When he gave up his offices in town, he moved every one of his papers to River Hall. He was a reserved, but not a secret man; not a man, for instance, at all likely to lead a double life of any sort."
Elmsdale was not in the least grateful for a devotion, as beautiful as it was extraordinary, and posed herself on the domestic sofa in the character of a martyr. Most people accepted the representation as true, and pitied her. Miss Blake, blissfully forgetful of that state of impecuniosity from which Mr.
Elmsdale a rough beast, who had no capacity of ever developing into a prince. Miss Blake was a model of sisterly affection, and if eccentric in her manner, and bewildering in the vagaries of her accent, well, most Irish people, the highest in rank not excepted, were the same.
The world thought me a prosperous man; probably no human being, save Mr. Elmsdale, understood my real position, and he made my position almost unendurable. "How I came first to bet on races, would be a long story, longer than I have time to tell; but my betting began upon a very small scale, and I always won always in the beginning.
Be this as it may, one thing is certain by the time Elmsdale was thirty he had established a very nice little connection amongst needy men: whole streets were mortgaged to him; terraces, nominally the property of some well-to-do builder, were virtually his, since he only waited the well-to-do builder's inevitable bankruptcy to enter into possession.
Elmsdale was towards her husband, he might have pitied him; but, then, he did not see, for women are wonderful dissemblers.
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