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She told her story with dry eyes and unfaltering voice; but Mr. Denover, looking in that pale, rigid young face, read more of her despair than she dreamed. "Her husband has been some English grandee, like Captain Hunsden, I dare say," he thought, "proud as Lucifer, and when he discovered that about her mother, despised and ill-treated her."
Lady Carteret said, a little spitefully, "the spell is broken at last! There was no mistaking that look, Sir Everard! My dear Lady Kingsland" laughing, but malicious still "take care of your son. I'm afraid he's going to fall in love." My Lady Carteret's ball was a brilliant success, and, fairest where all were fair, Harrie Hunsden shone down all competitors.
You should have seen Harrie Hunsden, as I saw her the other day, and you would surely recant your heresy about ladies and horse-flesh." "Is Harrie Hunsden a lady?" "Certainly. Don't you know her? She is Captain Hunsden's only daughter Hunsden, of Hunsden Hall, one of your oldest Devon families. You'll find them duly chronicled in Burke and Debrett.
Green is her guardian he understands my wishes. Oh, my lad! you will be very good to my friendless little Harrie! She will have but you in the wide world." "I swear it, Captain Hunsden! It will be my bliss and my honor to make her my happy wife." "I believe you. And now go go both, and leave me alone, for I am very tired." Sir Everard arose, but Harrie grasped her father's cold hand in terror.
"Is your Miss Hunsden pretty? and shall we see her at the meet to-morrow?" "Yes to both questions; and more than at the meet, I fancy. She and her thorough-bred, Whirlwind, will lead you all.
Grosvenor," she said, frigidly, "and we are disturbing Sir Everard Kingsland. The 'Guards' Waltz' is a great deal too delightful to be missed." "I fancied the first waltz was to be mine, Lady Louise," Sir Everard said, with an awful sense of guilt. Lady Louise's blue eyes flashed fire. "With Miss Hunsden, perhaps certainly not with me. Come, Mr. Grosvenor."
"That is a real head," was my conclusion. Hunsden smiled. "I think so," he replied. "All was real in Lucia." "And she was somebody you would have liked to marry but could not?" "I should certainly have liked to marry her, and that I HAVE not done so is a proof that I COULD not." He repossessed himself of the miniature, now again in Frances' hand, and put it away.
"God knows it's cool work! especially as instead of Rebecca on a camel's hump, with bracelets on her arms and a ring in her nose, Fate sends me only a counting-house clerk, in a grey tweed wrapper." The voice was familiar to me its second utterance enabled me to seize the speaker's identity. "Mr. Hunsden! good evening."
I never cared two straws for the daughter of Earl Carteret; she is frightfully passée, and she's three years older than I am. I am glad I did not commit myself to please my mother." Sir Everard reached Hunsden Hall in time for luncheon. The old place looked deserted and ruined.
I know I tried to. Won't you shake hands, Sir Everard, and part friends?" "Miss Hunsden will always find me her friend if she ever needs one. Farewell!" Again he was turning away. He would not touch the proffered palm. He was so deathly white, and his voice shook so, that the hot tears rushed into the impetuous Harrie's eyes. "I am so sorry," she said, with the simple humility of a little child.
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