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Her husband left his house at Chelsea wholly to her. She outlived him seventeen years, and with her immense wealth built the three magnificent mansions of Chatsworth, Oldcotes, and Hardwick, and all these she left to her son William Cavendish, afterwards created Baron Cavendish and Earl of Devonshire.
"I'm not frightened," whispered Lydia Sessions through white lips that belied her assertion. Hardwick looked impatiently from his sister-in-law to his wife. "I'm sorry if I startled you, Lydia," he said in a perfunctory tone, "but this is a serious business. MacPherson tells me Stoddard hasn't been at the factory nor at his boarding-house to-day.
Johnnie looked bitterly at him but made no reply. "They won't take them at the Hardwick mill," she said finally. "Mr. Stoddard has enforced the rule that they have to have an affidavit with any child the mill employs that it is of legal age; and there's nobody going to swear that Deanie's even as much as twelve years old nor Lissy nor Pony nor Milo. The oldest is but eleven."
An untidy servant girl made her appearance. Mrs. Hardwick spoke to the servant in so low a voice that Jack couldn't hear what she said. "Certainly, mum," answered the servant, and led the way upstairs to a back room on the third floor. "Go in and take a seat," she said to Jack. "I will send Ida to you immediately." "All right," said Jack, in a tone of satisfaction.
The lawyer turned, with a placid smile, to his companion. "Mr. Gunter, I believe we have finished our measurements?" The man of chain and compass nodded. Nothing abashed by the lawyer's cool manner, Mr. Hardwick turned to the surveyor, and asked if he undertook to say that Walter Kinloch's deed called for land that was covered by the shop? "I suppose so," was the answer.
Hardwick's emphasis could not be mistaken, and Squire Clamp was a little uneasy. "Oh, yes, Mr. Hardwick," he replied, "all the town knows of your practical religion." Then turning to Mark, he said, blandly, "So you came home yesterday. How long do you propose to stay?" The young man never had the best control of his temper, and it was now rapidly coming up to the boiling-point. "Mr.
Of course you knew it was there she was going?" "Philadelphia!" exclaimed all, in surprise. "Yes, the cars were almost there when I saw her. Who was that with her?" "Mrs. Hardwick, her old nurse." "I didn't like her looks." "That's where we paddle in the same canoe," said Jack. "She didn't seem to want me to speak to Ida," continued Charlie, "but hurried her off as quick as possible."
"Of course, you know I don't expect to find him here," said Hardwick. "I don't suppose they know anything about the matter. But we've got to wake them and ask." They did so, and set trembling the first wave of that widening ring of horror which finally informed the remotest boundaries of the little village that a man from their midst was mysteriously missing.
The new Houses of Parliament had just set the fashion for an attempt to revive the Tudor style, and Hardwick added to it the strong feeling for proportion which he had imbibed with his classical training. This gable is exceedingly satisfactory, the architect having given it a dignity wanting in most modern Gothic. It is of brick, with diagonal fretwork in darker bricks, as in the gate tower.
He was already under the domination of this swifter, bolder, more fiery spirit. "No, I don't have to go anywhere that I don't want to. I've got business with a certain party up this-a-way, and when I git to the mill I'll be there." He turned and hurried swiftly up the minor slope that led to the big Hardwick home, Pap's fascinated eyes following him as long as he was in sight.
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