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That night two children came into the world, and one good soul went out of it. While Farnham's wife lay under her silk curtains, with her baby warm and sleeping by her side, our Anna lay alone in her cold bed, and the baby would have been chilled to death on her bosom. Why was the storm only for our Old Homestead, the sunshine for them?"
A shadow fell across the window. The heavy tread of Budsey approached. Farnham's voice was heard: "Never mind the windows, Budsey. I will close them and the front door. I will wait here awhile; somebody else may come. You can go to bed." "Good-night, sir." "Good-night." Offitt waited only a moment. He rose and looked cautiously in at the window. Farnham was seated at his desk.
They had no letters of introduction or intention of going there; but, finding a horrid inn at Cavan, they applied for charity to a gentleman for lodging. The gentleman took them to walk in Lord Farnham's grounds.
As against the historical traditions of man's mastery, she does well to urge that creation is progressive, and that the megalosaurus was master even before man. It is, indeed, this last point which constitutes the crowning merit of the book, and which will be permanently associated with Mrs. Farnham's name.
Gone was the curly wig, the beard, and the lump on the nose, which had been modelled after Farnham's; gone was the green shade, the sling, and the limp, but much of the odd resemblance, which had been heightened in so artistic a manner, still remained. At last, after crossing an ocean and a continent to do it, I had got my hands on the man I had come to find, and I didn't mean to let him go.
Brown could surely be trusted in this emergency, for his interest was only second to her own. But why had she not told him the entire story before? Why, when she had opportunity, did she fail to reveal to him Farnham's threats, and warn him against impending danger? She realized fully now the possible injury wrought by her secrecy.
Farnham's comment invariably would be, 'How thoughtful of them, dear! and Alice would usually say, 'Well, if I were a princess, I should like something nicer than plain grey poplin. Alice, being the youngest, was not always expected to think before she spoke. Alice painted in water-colours, but Emma was supposed to have the most common sense.
"I imagine you wouldn't care to go over beyond Lexington Avenue, would you? I didn't think to ask you." "No," she replied, blushing a little, "I shouldn't care to go over as far as that." He pondered a while longer, when suddenly his face lighted up. "I've got it!" he cried, "the very thing why didn't. I think of it? Dicky Farnham's house, or rather his wife's house.
But her will rose proudly against him, and against herself. Love for Farnham's son, was in her estimation a fearful wrong to the memory of her parents. "I will never marry the son of my father's destroyer," she said, "it would be sacrilege!"
"Yes I have found one. It belongs to some people named Farnham they're divorced." "Dicky Farnham's ex-wife," he supplied. "I know where it is unexceptionable neighbourhood and all that sort of thing." "And it's just finished," continued Honora, her enthusiasm gaining on her as she spoke of the object which had possessed her mind for four hours.
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