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Perhaps there might have been a secret marriage possibly abroad since Harley wanted some years of his majority. He would, at least, try to see and to sound Lord L'Estrange. Prevented this interview by Harley's illness, the curate resolved to ascertain how far he could penetrate into the mystery by a conversation with Egerton.
But the rider's bold look of admiration still rested on Helen Harley's face, and even after he had gone on he looked back to see it. "You know him?" asked Helen of Robert. "Yes, I know him and so do you." "If I know him I am not aware of it." "That is General Wood." Helen looked again at the big, slouching figure disappearing at the corner. The name of Wood was famous in the Confederacy.
You know that my birth is to the full as noble as Harley's; you know that my influence in the Lower House is far greater; you know that my name in the country, nay, throughout Europe, is far more popular; you know that the labour allotted to me has been far more weighty; you know that the late Peace of Utrecht is entirely my framing, that the foes to the measure direct all their venom against me, that the friends of the measure heap upon me all the honour: when, therefore, this exact time is chosen for breaking a promise formerly made to me; when a pretended honour, known to be most unpalatable to me, is thrust upon me; when, at this very time, too, six vacant ribbons of the garter flaunt by me, one resting on the knee of this Harley, who was able to obtain an earldom for himself, the others given to men of far inferior pretensions, though not inferior rank to my own, myself markedly, glaringly passed by: how can I avoid feeling that things despicable in themselves are become of a vital power, from the evident intention that they should be insults to me?
LADY LANSMERE. "The son of Lord Lansmere can only marry the daughter of a gentleman." THE EARL. "Of course, of course." The blood rushed over Harley's fair face, and then as suddenly left it pale. He walked away to the window; his mother followed him, and again laid her hand on his shoulder. "You were cruel," said he, gently, and in a whisper, as he winced under the touch of the hand.
As for himself, he recognized the fact that he was not too old to learn, and Mr. Sefton was teaching him. Prescott listened with outward respect, but the words were so much mist to his brain, evaporating easily. Nor did Mr. Harley's obvious purpose trouble him as much as it had on previous occasions, the figure of the Secretary not looming so large in his path as it used to.
The opposition asserted that neither bribes nor promises were spared. The ministers at length flattered themselves that Harley's resolution might be rescinded. On the eighth of January they again tried their strength, and were again defeated, though by a smaller majority than before. A hundred and sixty-four members divided with them.
Harley L'Estrange was seated alone in his apartments. He had just put down a volume of some favourite classic author, and he was resting his hand firmly clenched upon the book. Ever since Harley's return to England, there had been a perceptible change in the expression of his countenance, even in the very bearing and attitudes of his elastic youthful figure.
"Harley," again exclaimed Egerton; and fixing upon his friend's earnest face eyes which, when softened by emotion, were strangely beautiful in their expression, "Harley, if you could but read my heart at this moment, you would you would " His voice faltered, and he fairly bent his proud head upon Harley's shoulder; grasping the hand he had caught nervously, clingingly, "Oh, Harley, if I ever lose your love, your friendship, nothing else is left to me in the world."
I went to school with his wife, and I know just how much of a hero he is." And so they went to Newport, and Harley's novel opened swimmingly. His description of the yacht was perfect; his narration of the incidents of the embarkation could not be improved upon in any way. They were absolutely true to the life.
The count started. "That restoration," said the Austrian prince, who had advanced to Harley's side, "I already guarantee. Disgrace that you are, Giulio Franzini, to the nobles of the Empire, I will not leave my royal master till his hand strike your name from the roll.
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