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As to the two signatures purporting to be hers, she could not say which was hers and which was not. But this she would swear positively, that they were not both hers. To this she adhered firmly, and Mr. Steelyard handed her over to Mr. Chaffanbrass. Then Mr. Chaffanbrass rose from his seat, and every one knew that his work was cut out for him. Mr. Furnival had triumphed.
Furnival nor of Mr. Brown, she had no objection to the races of man. She could endure to be talked to about the Oceanic Mongolidae and the Iapetidae of the Indo-Germanic class, and had perhaps her own ideas that such matters, though somewhat foggy, were better than rats.
Quite impossible, we should say, who know her well. Judge Staveley, whose court had not been kept sitting to a late hour by any such eloquence as that of Mr. Furnival, had gone home before the business of the other court had closed. Augustus, who was his father's marshal, remained for his friend, and had made his way in among the crowd, so as to hear the end of the speech.
"May we go as far as the wood?" said Miss Furnival to Augustus. "Without being made to ride over hedges, I mean." "Oh, dear, yes; and ride about the wood half the day. It will be an hour and a half before a fox will break even if he ever breaks." "Dear me! how tired you will be of us. Now do say something pretty, Mr. Staveley." "It's not my métier. We shall be tired, not of you, but of the thing.
"I will do your bidding," said he. "And, Mr. Furnival, if it be possible, spare my mother." Then the meeting was over, and Mr. Furnival returning to Hamworth wrote his note to Mr. Joseph Mason. Mr. Dockwrath had been interrupted by the messenger in the middle of his threat, but he caught the name of Furnival as the note was delivered. Then he watched Mr. Mason as he read it and read it again.
We shall see much of the Furnivals before we reach the end of our present undertaking, and it will be well that we should commence our acquaintance with them as early as may be done. Mr. Furnival was a lawyer I mean a barrister belonging to Lincoln's Inn, and living at the time at which our story is supposed to commence in Harley Street.
When this trial is over I will speak to my father, and then you will come up to London and see us. Mind you give my love to your mother; and if it have any value in your eyes accept it yourself. Your affectionate friend, I feel very confident that Mrs. Furnival was right in declining to inquire very closely into the circumstances of her daughter's correspondence.
Furnival, speaking very slowly, "if the verdict should go against us." "It will go against us," she said. "Will it not? tell me the truth. You are so clever, you must know. Tell me how it will go. Is there anything I can do to save him?" And she took hold of his arm with both her hands, and looked up eagerly oh, with such terrible eagerness! into his face.
"Very good care," said Lady Mary; and then she bade her young companion bring that book she had been reading, where there was something she wanted to show Mr. Furnival. "It is only a case in a novel, but I am sure it is bad law; give me your opinion," she said. He was obliged to be civil, very civil.
She said, "Yes. I want to marry him more than anything. I don't want to marry anybody else. I never shall marry anybody else. Most of me wants to marry Jimmy. But there's a little bit of me that doesn't. It's mean and snobbish and dreadful, and it's afraid to marry him. And, you see, if I were to go to my people and say, 'I'm not going to marry Mr. Furnival; I'm going to marry Mr.
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