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She sees, as I also see, a something in Victor's temper a kind of electrical ardour and power which emits, now and then, ominous sparks; Hunsden calls it his spirit, and says it should not be curbed.
So he went, and the first week of November he brought her home. Miss Hunsden taller, more stately, more beautiful than ever was very still and sad, this first anniversary of her father's death. Lady Kingsland, when she and Mildred called for they did, of course was rather impressed by the stately girl in mourning, whose fair, proud face and calm, gray eyes met hers so unflinchingly.
And Mildred, not knowing what else to do, went. Next morning, hours before Lady Kingsland was out of bed, Lady Kingsland's son was galloping over the breezy hills and golden downs. An hour's hard run, and he made straight for Hunsden Hall. Miss Hunsden was taking a constitutional up and down the terrace overlooking the sea, with three big dogs.
Hunsden's language now bordered on the impertinent, still his manner did not offend me in the least it only piqued my curiosity; I wanted him to go on, which he did in a little while. "This world is an absurd one," said he. "Why so, Mr. Hunsden?" "I wonder you should ask: you are yourself a strong proof of the absurdity I allude to."
Cutting as these words might have been under some circumstances, they drew no blood now. My life was changed; my experience had been varied since I left X , but Hunsden could not know this; he had seen me only in the character of Mr.
"Would you have me break a death-bed oath?" "I would have you break ten thousand such oaths," he exclaimed, "when they stand between you and your husband! Harriet Hunsden, your dead father was a villain!" She sprung to her feet she had been kneeling all this time and confronted him like a Saxon pythoness. Her great gray eyes actually flashed fire. "Go!" she cried. "Leave me this instant!
The half-pay Indian officer's poverty was visible everywhere in the time-worn furniture, the neglected grounds, the empty stables, and the meager staff of old-time servants. "Captain Hunsden is so poor that he will be glad to marry his daughter to the first rich man who asks her.
"Better a thousand times he should be a milksop than what he, Hunsden, calls 'a fine lad; and moreover she says that if Hunsden were to become a fixture in the neighbourhood, and were not a mere comet, coming and going, no one knows how, when, where, or why, she should be quite uneasy till she had got Victor away to a school at least a hundred miles off; for that with his mutinous maxims and unpractical dogmas, he would ruin a score of children."
Short-sighted as I am, doubtful as was the gleam of the firelight, a moment's examination enabled me to recognize in this person my acquaintance, Mr. Hunsden.
But as he took the last he uttered a low cry; his face turned livid: he stared at it as if it had turned into a death's-head in his hand. "Oh, papa " She stopped in a sort of breathless affright. Captain Hunsden rose up. He made no apology. He walked to a window and tore open his letter with passionate haste. His daughter still stood pale, breathless.
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