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"I do not feel disposed to make any terms with you," Jocelyn said sternly; "and as to my freedom of departure, I will take care that it is not hindered." "I hold a warrant from the Star-Chamber for your arrest," said the man in the mask; "and you will vainly offer resistance if I choose to execute it. Let this be well understood before I proceed.
Her mind was so intently fixed upon the matter in hand that it was some moments before she caught his irrelevant subject. 'Because I am a foolish girl, she said quietly. 'What! Don't you love him? said Jocelyn, with a surprised stare up at her as she stood, in her concern appearing the very Avice who had kissed him twenty years earlier. 'It is not much use to talk about that, said she.
"They are giving us plenty of warning," Jocelyn Thew observed coolly. "I suppose we shall get the next one amidships." "I find it most upsetting," his companion declared. "I am going down to the cabin to get my lifebelt." He turned away. Presently there was another line of signals, more shots, some across the bows of the steamer, some right over her, a few aft.
"What! That rich Mrs. Jocelyn?" "I guess so." "Where does she live?" "Up on Edgewood Avenue." "Yes, that's the one," nodded the other. "You are comin' on! I s'pose you don't go to see anybody but millionaires now'days! You hain't been down to my house in an age." "Mrs. Jocelyn was at the hospital," Polly explained, "and she's invited me up to stay all night, because her cousin's coming."
"I will ask her," he said at last, abruptly "Will you step inside?" Mr. Medwin accepted the suggestion, taking off his hat as he crossed the threshold, and soon found himself in the quaint sitting-room where, but two days since, Hugo Jocelyn had told Innocent all her true history.
This was Mr. Kerstall junior. He introduced himself to Sir Philip, and waited to hear what that gentleman required of him. Philip Jocelyn explained his business, and told the painter how, more than five-and-thirty years before, the portrait of Henry Dunbar, only son of Percival Dunbar the great banker, had been painted by Mr. Michael Kerstall, at that time a fashionable artist.
Yes, and so that when the work was completed the work which your own father had made possible Conniston would reap the rewards of it, take all the honors." He paused suddenly, and again his pale eyes, intent upon the girl's face, were keen with the shrewdness in them. Jocelyn sprang to her feet, her face flaming, her body tense. "The the wretches!" she gasped.
Sir Giles then signed to the serjeant-at-arms to remove his prisoner, and disappeared; and the attendants, in sable cloaks, closing round Sir Jocelyn, the party went forth. The Old Fleet Prison.
There was a bridle-path through the park to a little village called Lisford; and if that primitive Warwickshire village had been the most attractive place upon this earth, Sir Philip could scarcely have visited it oftener than he did. Heaven knows what charm he found in the shady slumberous old street, the low stone market-place, with rusty iron gates surmounted by the Jocelyn escutcheon.
"That is so," he admitted. "What's wrong with him?" "I have not thoroughly diagnosed his complaint as yet," was the careful reply. "I can tell you for a certainty, though, that he will not be able to work for two or three days." "It seems very sudden," Jocelyn Thew persisted.
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