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As for you, Reginald Eversleigh, I refuse to recognize your rights beneath this roof. As the widow of Sir Oswald, I claim the place of mistress in this house, until events show whether I have a right to it or not." These were bold words from one who, in the eyes of all present, was a disgraced wife, who had been banished by her husband.
Paulina received his declaration with an air of simulated coldness; but Reginald Eversleigh could perceive that it was only simulated, and that he had awakened a real affection in the heart of this desolate woman. "Do not speak to me of love," she said; "to me such words can promise no happiness. My love could only bring shame and misery on the man to whom it was given.
She had been so terribly agitated by the mention of Valentine Jernam's name, that her presence of mind had entirely abandoned her. "You knew that humpbacked clerk!" exclaimed Mr. Larkspur. "I have heard of him," she faltered. There was a pause, during which Lady Eversleigh recovered in some degree from the painful emotion caused by memories so unexpectedly evoked.
When Lady Eversleigh went out in the dark evening, accompanied by the mysterious personage in whom Jane Payland had recognized their fellow-lodger, the amazement which she experienced produced an agreeable variety in her sensations, and the fact that the man with the vulture-like beak carried a carpet-bag intensified her surprise.
If an idea of that kind were to get about in the servants' hall, it might do mischief." "I should be the last to speak, Mr. Eversleigh. You asked me for my opinion, and I gave it you, candid. But as to expressing my sentiments in the servants' hall, I should as soon think of standing on my head.
She had the same pale, sallow face, the same glittering black eyes. She was slim and tall, with a somewhat stately manner, and with little of the vivacity usual to her countrywomen. She looked at Mr. Eversleigh with a searching glance a glance which was often repeated, as he stood for a few minutes talking to her.
We had cast anchor, and I was reflecting on my next course of action when I heard my name called from under the ship's side. Looking down, I spied a tall, grave gentleman seated in a boat. I replied as well as I could for the noise, and presently the stranger clambered up on deck and announced himself as Mr. Eversleigh, to whom Mr. Sanderson had recommended me.
I have stooped to beg for help from you, in order that I might know the broken reed on which I have leaned. And now I can laugh at you, and despise you. Go, Sir Reginald Eversleigh; this house is mine my home no longer a private gambling-house no longer a snare for the delusion of your rich friends. I am no longer friendless.
Yes; that was the undying vulture which preyed upon his entrails the consuming fire that was never quenched. During the brief interval of each day in which he was sober, Sir Reginald Eversleigh was wont to reflect upon the past.
The animal belonged to the rector, and was, no doubt, familiar with the country. Reginald Eversleigh had just sufficient consciousness of surrounding circumstances to remember this. He made no attempt to guide the horse. What did it matter whither he went?
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