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Huntley quitted Constance, as a man who walks in a dream, so utterly amazed was he. What did it all mean? As he was going through the cloisters his nearest way to the town Roland Yorke came flying up. With his usual want of ceremony, he passed his arm within Mr. Huntley's. "Galloway's come in now," he exclaimed, "and I am off to the bank to pay in a bag of money for him.
"Two letters for you, Lizzie," Mary cried. "Jamie's been to the post-office. One's a gentleman's handwriting, I can tell," she added, teasingly, "and the other's from Mrs. Jarvis. I know her writing." Elizabeth took the letters tremblingly. She recognized Mr. Huntley's hand on the first, and the second was indeed from Mrs. Jarvis.
He was preparing for a visit to Mr. Huntley's. His visits there, as already remarked, had not been frequent of late. He had discovered that he was not welcome to Mr. Huntley. And Hamish Channing was not one to thrust his company upon any one: even the attraction of Ellen could not induce that. But it is very probable that he was glad of the excuse Mr.
I do not often laugh now; but I did laugh loudly and long the other day, although I was quite alone, when I thought of my wily purpose of setting Roger on his guard against Mrs. Huntley's little sugared unveracities. No, I never tell him about Algy! Why should I? it would be wasted breath spent words. He would not believe me.
That is Huntley's story too, and who cares that a hundred or so Chinamen were blown to pieces? Nobody is going to be so crude as to announce that they were put out of the way when the company was done with them, to save big arrears in wages. And nobody can prove it. They'll make a fuss about John " The voice broke again. Elizabeth did not wait to hear more.
Huntley. "Nay, if we are to compare merits, he was a far more likely subject for suspicion than Arthur," was Mr. Huntley's reply. "He was, taking them comparatively. What I meant to imply was, that one could not have suspected that Roland, knowing himself guilty, would suffer another to lie under the stigma.
She had been bound and gagged and flung across Gil Huntley's saddle and carried away at a sharp gallop, and she had afterwards freed herself from her bonds in the semi-darkness of a hut that half concealed her features, and had stolen the knife from Gil Huntley's belt while he slept, and crept away to where the horses were picketed. Gil Huntley had also done many things that were risky.
Huntley's manner was so serious, his look so peculiar as he gazed at her, that Ellen felt a rush of discomfort, and the colour spread itself over her fair face. She jumped to the conclusion that she had been giving offence in some way that Miss Huntley must have been complaining of her. "Has my aunt been telling you about last night, papa?
Huntley's she is a dear little woman, but she has her fancies, like the rest of us, and hers is eldest sons!" "But she is married!" exclaim I, stupidly. "What good can they do her, now?" then, reddening a little at my own simplicity, I go on, hurriedly: "But he is such a boy! younger than you young enough to be her son it can be only out of good-nature that she takes notice of him."
When it is finished and appears, I shall startle them at home with the news, and treat them to a sight of it. When all other trades fail, sir, I can set up my tent as an author." Mr. Huntley's feelings glowed within him. None, more than he, knew the value of silent industry the worth of those who patiently practise it. His heart went out to Hamish.
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