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"No," said Kenneby, "I'm engaged I know." "When I accepted John Kenneby's hand and heart, and well I remember the beauteous language in which he expressed his feelings, and always shall, I told him, that I respected him as a man that would do his duty by a woman, though perhaps he mightn't be so cute in the way of having much to say for himself as some others.
"My heart has not been free from woman's lovely image." "And isn't free now, is it, John?" said Mrs. Moulder. "I've had my object, and though she's been another's, still I've kept her image on my heart." "But it ain't there any longer, John? He's speaking of twenty years ago, Mrs. Smiley." "It's quite beautiful to hear him," said Mrs. Smiley. "Go on, Mr. Kenneby."
Moulder, and so, John, there's my hand again, and you're free to take it if you like." And so saying she put forth her hand almost into his lap. "Take it, John!" said Mrs. Moulder. But poor Kenneby himself did not seem to be very quick in availing himself of the happiness offered to him.
"He went out to Mason's at Groby Park that same day," said Moulder. "Then it's the same man," said Kenneby; and there was as much solemnity in the tone of his voice as though the unravelment of all the mysteries of the iron mask was now about to take place. Mr. Kantwise still said nothing, but he also perceived that it was the same man.
But the nature of her past life had given to her a certain amount of readiness, and an absence of that dread of her fellow-creatures, which so terribly afflicted poor Kenneby. And then also she was naturally not a stupid woman, or one inclined to be muddle-headed. Perhaps it would be too much to say that she was generally intelligent, but what she did understand, she understood thoroughly.
The barrister spoke in a mild low voice, but his eye transfixed the poor fellow at once; and though Kenneby was told a dozen times to look at the jury and speak to the jury, he never was able to take his gaze away from Mr. Furnival's face. "You remember the old trial," he said; and as he spoke he held in his hand what was known to be an account of that transaction.
They knew where the teas was well enough." "Speaking for myself," said Kenneby, "I must say I don't like it." "But the paper as we signed," said Bridget, "wasn't the old gentleman's will, no more than this is;" and she lifted up her apron. "I'm rightly sure of that." Then again the battle raged hot and furious, and Moulder became angry with his guest, Bridget Bolster.
Dockwrath did see him, and the result was that Mr. Kantwise got his money, fourteen eleven; at least he got fourteen seven six, and had a very hard fight for the three odd half-crowns, and Dockwrath learned that John Kenneby, if duly used, would give evidence on his side of the question. And then Kenneby did go down to Hamworth. He had not seen Miriam Usbech since the days of her marriage.
He was no other than that John Kenneby whom Miriam Usbech did not marry, whom Miriam Usbech might, perhaps, have done well to marry. John Kenneby, after one or two attempts in other spheres of life, had at last got into the house of Hubbles and Grease, and had risen to be their book-keeper. He had once been tried by them as a traveller, but in that line he had failed.
Kenneby for a moment allowed his eye to travel up to the jury box, but it instantly fell again, and fixed itself on the lawyer's face. "You do remember that trial?" "Yes, sir, I remember it," whispered Kenneby. "Do you remember my asking you then whether you had been in the habit of witnessing Sir Joseph Mason's signature?" "Did you ask me that, sir?" "That is the question which I put to you.
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