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Both father and mother, though they would not repeat Miss Harley's words, could not help telling their daughter how pleased they were with her. "You have been a real help to your father, Edith," said Mrs. Harley.
Dale, pausing irresolute at the doorway, and seizing Harley's hand, "I should indeed be satisfied if you would submit yourself to higher counsel than mine, than Mr. Egerton's, than man's. Have you never felt the efficacy of prayer?" "My life has been wasted," replied Harley, "and I dare not, therefore, boast that I have found prayer efficacious.
Here is an extract I condemn you to copy. Do you think I would go through this labour if you were not to halve the success? halve the labour as well!" And Violante, overjoyed, kisses away the implied rebuke, and sits down to work, so demure and so proud, by his side. The sweetness of fame and the consciousness of utility once fully tasted, Harley's consummation of his proper destinies was secure.
When I have settled some business that will take me from town, I shall present you to her and my mother." There was a certain embarrassment in Harley's voice as he spoke; and, turning round abruptly, he exclaimed, "But you have shown poetry even here. I could not have conceived that so much beauty could be drawn from what appeared to me the most commonplace of all suburban gardens.
"If it is, I don't know the answer, Steve. But it is a true one, anyhow, not made to order merely to astonish you." "True that you picked Simon Harley's wife out of a snow-drift and kicked him around?" "I didn't say kicked, did I?" inquired the other, judicially. "But I rather think I did knee him some." "Of course, I read all about his marriage two weeks ago to Miss Aline Hope.
Harley's attempts to mock his signature. "He loses twenty thousand," commented Storri, "and that should more than offset those seven thousand lost by me when he refused to protect my deals. As for these," and here Storri ran a dark, exultant glance over his imitated signatures, "every one of them makes a reason why my good friend, Mr. Harley, must now please me and obey me in everything he does.
And had he been Harley's son, would not Harley have guessed it at once, and so guessing, have owned and claimed him? Besides, Lord L'Estrange looked so young, old enough to be Leonard's father! he could not entertain the idea. He roused himself and said, falteringly, "You told me you did not know by what name I should call my father." "And I told you the truth, to the best of my belief."
"It would be a terrible thing," said I confidentially to myself, "if Stuart Harley were to fall in love with a creation of his own realism." "PORTIA. A quarrel, ho, already? What's the matter? "GRATIANO. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring." "Merchant of Venice." The events just narrated took place on the 15th of August, and as Harley's time to fulfil his contract with Messrs.
Dale was fully convinced; the young lord's admiration, Lady Lansmere's fears, had been too evident to one who had often visited at the Park; Harley's abrupt departure just before Nora's return home; Egerton's sudden resignation of the borough before even opposition was declared, in order to rejoin his friend, the very day of Nora's death, all confirmed his ideas that Harley was the betrayer or the husband.
Parson Dale, who had at first been more shocked than any one present at these gradual revelations of Randal's treachery, now turning his eyes towards the young man, was so seized with commiseration at the sight of Randal's face, that he laid his hand on Harley's arm, and whispered him, "Look, look at that countenance! and one so young! Spare him, spare him!" "Mr.
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