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"While she's a widow there's always the chance that she may take the bit between her teeth and marry Noel, in which case she loses everything. It will be as well to get her married." "You will have no selection of the husband this time," said Lady Garvington, whose sympathies were entirely for Agnes. "She will choose for herself." "Let her," retorted Garvington, with feigned generosity.
"I'll leave those blamed gypsies alone meanwhile," finished Garvington, changing and finishing the conversation. "But I'll speak to Pine when I see him." "He returns from Paris in three weeks," remarked Silver, at which information the gross little lord simply hunched his fat shoulders.
Shut yourself up and cry." Agnes had a sense of humor, and the blatant hypocrisy of the speech made her laugh outright in spite of the genuine regret she felt for her husband's tragic death. Garvington was quite shocked. "Do you forget that the body is yet in the house?" he asked with heavy solemnity. "I don't forget anything," retorted Agnes, becoming scornfully serious.
"Confound you, don't I risk my reputation to get the money," raged Garvington, shaking off the trembling arms which were round his knees. "The truth of the letter will have to come out, and then I'm dished so far as society is concerned. I wouldn't do it tell that is but that the stakes are so large. One million is waiting to be picked up and I'm going to pick it up." "No! no! no! no!"
"You are worth it," said Lambert emphatically. "Well, you may think so, and perhaps he does also. But does it not strike you, Noel, what a poor figure I and Garvington, and the whole family, yourself included, cut in the eyes of the world? We were poor, and I was sold to get money to save the land." "Yes, but this changing of the check also "
Lord Garvington, you are the luckier of the two, as you have a wife who is far above rubies, and and dear me, I am talking romance. So foolish at my age. To think well well, I am extremely hungry, so don't let luncheon be long before it appears," and with a croaking laugh at his jokes the lawyer disappeared. Left alone the fortunate couple fell into one another's arms.
As she bolted the voice of Garvington screaming with pain and dread was heard as he came to his senses to find himself encircled by fire. And Mother Cockleshell also shrieked, not so much because of her agony as to stop Miss Greeby from escaping. "Rye! Rye! she's running; catch her; catch her. Aha aha aha!" and she sank into the now blazing furnace of the room.
The tragedy was only a nine minutes' wonder after all. The gossips both in town and country were certainly right in assuming that the widow inherited the vast property of her deceased husband. But what they did not know was that a condition attached to such inheritance irritated Agnes and caused Garvington unfeigned alarm.
It was her hope that your late cousin might kill Sir Hubert by mistaking him for a robber, and she only posted herself in the shrubbery to shoot if Sir Hubert was not killed. He was not, as we know that the shot fired by Lord Garvington only broke his arm. Miss Greeby made sure by killing him herself, and very cleverly she did so." "And what about my late cousin's philanthropic visit to Silver?"
"Are you dead? are you dead?" he gasped, kneeling beside Garvington, and placed his hand on the senseless man's heart. It still beat feebly, so he arose with a sigh of relief. "He's only stunned," panted Silver, and staggered unsteadily to the table to seize a glass of brandy. "I'll, ah ah ah!" he shrieked and dropped the tumbler as a loud and continuous knocking came to the front door.
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