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I dare say you think me monstrous, but " "I think you mistaken. I don't want to say more than that. If I find Mr. Guion of the same opinion " "I see. You don't consider my word sufficient." "Your word is all right, Miss Guion," he tried to laugh. "What you lack is authority. My dealings are with your father. I can't settle anything with a substitute." She colored swiftly.
Various attempts upon the life of Orange Delft Mansion of the Prince described Francis Guion or Balthazar Girard His antecedents His correspondence and interviews with Parma and with d'Assonleville His employment in France His return to Delft and interview with Orange The crime The confession The punishment The consequences Concluding remarks.
He had noted before that it was generally men like Guion of a high strung temperament, perhaps with a feminine streak in it, who reached this pass, and because of his own reserve his rather cowardly reserve, he called it he was always impelled to run away from them.
He was almost sorry; and yet it keyed him up to see that there was some necessity "to still play the gentleman." He played it, and played it well with much of his old-time ease. The feat was so extraordinary as to call out a round of mental applause for himself; and, after all, he reflected, there would be time enough in the evening. But tea being over, Miss Guion announced that Mr. and Mrs.
It was probably because this was so that Guion, on coming back to his seat, began at once to be more explanatory than there was any need for. "I haven't tried to thank you for your kind suggestion, but we'll come to that when I see more clearly just what you want." "I've told you that. I'm not asking for anything else."
Don't you see? I can't be married at all." When he made no response to this shot, she understood finally that he meant to let the subject drop. It was in the nature of a relief to Olivia Guion when, on the following day, her father was too ill to go to his office.
Many of them had stood in their places since before he was born; others he had acquired at occasional sales of Guion property, so that, as the different branches of the family became extinct or disappeared, whatever could be called "ancestral" might have a place at Tory Hill; others he had collected abroad.
It was a relief to both men that Guion could make his indisposition an excuse for retiring again to his room. It was a relief to Olivia, too. For the first time in her life she had to recognize her father as insupportable to any one but herself and Peter Davenant. Ashley did his best to conceal his repulsion; she was sure of that; he only betrayed it negatively in a tendency to ignore him.
"No; it doesn't," Davenant repeated after her. "It's not my affair. I decline to be brought into it. I think I must say good-by now, Miss Guion " "Listen, will you!" Ashley said, impatiently. "I'm not going to say anything either of you need be afraid of. I'm only asking you to do me the justice of trying to see things from my point of view.
As for Victoria Guion, French life, especially the old royalist phase of it, which offers no crevices on its creaseless bark in which a foreign seed can germinate, absorbed her within its tough old blossom as a pitcher-plant sucks in a fly. Henceforth the utmost she could do for her kith and kin was to force open the trap from time to time, so that Olivia, if she liked, could be swallowed, too.
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