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No use to try and struggle out of it, stretching her arms up to Robert Lyon's tender, honest, steadfast heart, there to be sheltered, taken care of, and made happy. No happiness for her! Nothing but to go on enduring and enduring to the end. Such was Hilary's first emotion; morbid perhaps, yet excusable.
I take off my hat to him, he is a cleverer man even than I. His own father, whom he has ruined, comes up here and defends him." "Does Hilary Vane defend him?" Victoria asked curiously. "Yes," said Mr. Flint, beside himself; "incredible as it may seem, he does. I have Austen Vane to thank for still another favour he is responsible for Hilary's condition to-day.
But in her own house, or it might be from the sudden apparition of that young face at her lonely fireside, Miss Balquidder appeared quite different. A small thing touches a heart that is sore with trouble. When the good woman rose up after patting the little feet, and approving loudly of the woolen stockings she saw that Hilary's whole face was quivering with the effort to keep back her tears.
It was one of Miss Hilary's doctrines the same for the kitchen as for the parlor, nay, preached strongest in the kitchen, where the mysteries of the parlor are often so cruelly exposed that a secret accidentally found out should be kept as sacred as if actually confided; also, that the secret of an enemy should no more be betrayed than that of a beloved and trusting friend.
That you are his mistress," she said, putting it at its crudest, since Nan wanted plain speaking. Nan sat quite still, smoking. The silence thrilled with Mrs. Hilary's passion. "I see," Nan said at last. "And it's no use my denying it. In that case I won't." Her voice was smooth and clear and still, like cold water. "You know the man's name too, I presume?" "Of course. Everyone knows it.
His lameness was not any better for the lapse of time, but Hilary's exhortations had taken effect, for he was much less sensitive about his inability to do as the other men did, while as for the rest, he had every reason to be cheerful nowadays, for his writings were so highly praised that Mr Bertrand affected jealousy, and declared that his own sun was eclipsed.
Among Hilary's guests was Charles Bellingham, a bachelor of pronounced baldness, who said he would come to meet Hilary's belated Englishman, in quality of bear-leader to his cousin-in-law, old Bromfield Corey, a society veteran of that period when even the swell in Boston must be an intellectual man.
The school, as one girl, utterly denied the accusation. "But look here!" persisted Geraldine. "Somebody must have taken it. It couldn't walk out of Hilary's desk by itself! She knows she left it there yesterday. If anybody's hiding it for a joke, please give it back at once. If it's not brought back by nine o'clock I shall tell Miss Todd. Yes, I'm in earnest! Dead earnest!"
Although the others gave him civil, if formal, greeting, Billy felt their hostility intuitively, and flung up his head like a stag at bay. "You got my note have you done it yet?" he asked, bending over Allys in a fashion that made Hilary's teeth set hard. She laughed back at him: "Have you done it yet? Bet your whole fortune on the Heathflower thing at a hundred to one?" Billy nodded confidently.
All at once the bird uttered its sharp alarm note and flew like a streak of black velvet up into the dense growth above, but still there was not a sound to be heard. Hilary's heart began to beat again, for the excitement was intense. Then there came a faint rustle, and another. Then silence again, and he felt that the men must have given up the chase.
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