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Vesey put the other dimpled hand back on the edge of the table; brightened dimly one moment; went out again the next; bowed obediently, and said, "If you please, sir." Surely a mild, a compliant, an unutterably tranquil and harmless old lady! But enough, perhaps, for the present, of Mrs. Vesey. All this time, there were no signs of Miss Fairlie.
I have just drunk tea with Mrs. Fairlie, and her daughter, five days old. Thank Bartow for the papers by Judge Hobart. When I wrote him this evening I had not received them. Yours, Albany, November, 1788. I received your affectionate letter just as I was going into court, and under the auspices of it have tried with success two causes.
Indeed, from Strone to Toward, ten or twelve miles, the coast is one continuous street. On the left hand of the Frith are Gourock, Ashton, Inverkip, Wemyss Bay, Skelmorlie, Largs, Fairlie: then comes a bleak range of sandy coast, along which stand Ardrossan, Troon, and Ayr.
I rose to leave the room, and fight her battle for her at once with Mr. Fairlie. Just as my hand was on the door, she caught fast hold of my dress and stopped me. "Let me go!" I said. "My tongue burns to tell your uncle that he and Sir Percival are not to have it all their own way." She sighed bitterly, and still held my dress. "No!" she said faintly. "Too late, Marian, too late!"
With this new interest to occupy him, Mr. Fairlie will be a happy man for months and months to come, and the two unfortunate photographers will share the social martyrdom which he has hitherto inflicted on his valet alone. So much for the persons and events which hold the foremost place in my memory. What next of the one person who holds the foremost place in my heart?
Fairlie "for Heaven's sake don't shake the room! Worthiest of all possible Gilmores, I meant no offence. My own views are so extremely liberal that I think I am a Radical myself. Yes. We are a pair of Radicals. Please don't be angry. I can't quarrel I haven't stamina enough. Shall we drop the subject? Yes. Come and look at these sweet etchings.
As soon as Miss Fairlie had left the room he spared us all embarrassment on the subject of the anonymous letter, by adverting to it of his own accord.
"I shall bear it better when I have looked once more at the place where I first saw her when I have knelt and prayed by the grave where they have laid her to rest." I departed on my journey my journey to the grave of Laura Fairlie. It was a quiet autumn afternoon when I stopped at the solitary station, and set forth alone on foot by the well-remembered road.
He threatened to kill me, but realising that I had him at my mercy, consented to my terms. This confession completely established the identity of Laura and she was publicly acknowledged by Mr. Frederick Fairlie. Laura and I had been married some time before and we were now able to set off on our honeymoon. We visited Paris.
Fairlie," I said. "Your uncle is your nearest male relative, and the head of the family. He must and shall interfere." Laura shook her head sorrowfully. "Yes, yes," I went on, "your uncle is a weak, selfish, worldly man, I know, but he is not Sir Percival Glyde, and he has no such friend about him as Count Fosco.
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