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When she questioned him he would deny that there was anything the matter, and said it was her fancy. They were at Hartledon alone: that is, without the countess-dowager. That respected lady, though not actually domiciled with them during the past twelve-month, had paid them three long visits. She was determined to retain her right in the household if right it could be called.
"Unless you leave the country as I advise you to do you cannot help visiting Hartledon." "Well, I would almost as soon be hanged!" cried Val. "And now, what do you want me for, and why have you kept me here?" Mr. Carr drew his chair nearer to Lord Hartledon. They alone knew their own troubles, and sat talking long after the afternoon was over. Mr.
How far he might have accomplished this but for being backed by the urgent influence of old Lord Hartledon, was a question. One thing was in his favour: the firm had not taken any steps whatever in the matter, and those handbills circulated at Calne were the result of a misapprehension on the part of an officious local police-officer.
"You look very hot, Edward," exclaimed Lady Hartledon, as she kissed him. "How do you feel?" "My throat's sore, mamma, and my legs could not find a cold place all night. Feel my hand." It was a child's answer, sufficiently expressive. An anxious look rose to her countenance. "Are you sure your throat is sore?" "It's very sore. I am so thirsty."
"Where is he now?" asked Percival Elster, feeling that he owed his present state of liberty to this lawless man. Pike pointed to the narrow path in the wood, leading to the high-road. "I filled him up with the belief that the way beyond this bridge up to Hartledon was private, and he might be taken up for trespassing if he attempted to follow it; so he went off that way to watch the front.
Lady Hartledon had fainting-fits; she felt occasional pain and palpitation in the region of the heart; and she grew thin without apparent cause. She said nothing about it, lest it should be made a plea for living more quietly; never dreaming of danger. Had she known what caused her brother's death her fears might possibly have been awakened.
"What did you say, Maude?" he added, awaking in a flurry. "Put what on?" "My wedding-ring." "My dear! But about Hartledon if you fancy that, and nowhere else, I suppose we must go there." "You also?" "Of course." "Ah! when your wife's chord of life is loosening what model husbands you men become!" she uttered.
Lord Hartledon put back the curtain, and stood leaning out at the open window, seeking a breath of air that hot summer's night, though indeed there was none to be found; and if there had been, it could not have cooled the brow's inward fever.
I don't know that I'd like him to look me in the face, knowing them." "As you will," said Mr. Hillary, falling in with the wish more readily than he might have done for anyone but a dying man. He had patients out of Calne, beyond Hartledon, and called in returning.
And he, for the first time since his marriage, began to take some interest in his native place, and in his own home. The old sensitive feeling in regard to meeting the Ashtons lingered still; was almost as strong as ever; and he had the good sense to see that this must be overcome, if possible, if he made Hartledon his home for the future, as his wife now talked of doing.
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