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'But the fun of it is, broke in Kitty again, 'that we all took it for granted it was mere lover-like devotion! And now, behold, c'est tout au contraire! Since the day of the ride it had been war to the knife with Kitty Fisher. 'Kitty! Kitty! said Mr. Kingsland in soft deprecation. 'My dear, Mme. Lasalle went on mockingly, 'perhaps he would not approve of your eating so much ice.
"Sybilla, Sybilla!" "I saved you for the gallows!" she repeated. "I come here to-night to tell you the truth, and you shall hear it. Did I not swear your life away? Did I not nurse you back from the jaws of death? All for what? That the astrologer's prediction might be fulfilled that the heir of Kingsland Court might die a felon's death on the scaffold!"
She got the whisky and hot water, the lemon and sugar, and set the things beside him; and then she retired to the sofa. John Kenneby the while sat perfectly silent looking on. Perhaps he was considering whether he would be able to emulate the domestic management of Dockwrath or of Moulder when he should have taken to himself Mrs. Smiley and the Kingsland brick-field.
I will see Sir Jasper Kingsland." With the last ringing words the intruder burst past the pew-opener, and rushed wildly into the church. A weird and unearthly figure like one of Macbeth's witches with streaming black hair floating over a long, red cloak, and two black eyes of flame. All recoiled as the spectral figure rushed up like a mad thing and confronted Sir Jasper Kingsland.
"Quiet, now quiet," the doctor whispered, warningly. "Excite her, and I won't be answerable for the result." Sir Jasper Kingsland replied with a rapid gesture, and walked forward to the bed. His own face was perfectly colorless, and his lips were twitching with intense suppressed feeling. He bent above the still form. "Olivia," he said, "my darling, my darling!"
Thence to Islington to our old house and eat and drank, and so round by Kingsland home, and there to the office a little and Sir W. Batten's, but no newes at all from the fleete, and so home to bed. 27th. Up and to the office, where all the morning busy. At noon dined at home and then to the office again, and there walking in the garden with Captain Cocke till 5 o'clock.
'It's a wonderful train, if it has made a good child of me, she answered, with a half laugh. 'Do you mean of people, or events, sir? 'The events are left behind, child; the people follow. 'Will they? said Wych Hazel. 'Dr. Maryland and all? Mr. Kingsland might stay behind. Nobody will ever want him. 'All the rest have your good leave! said Mr.
Kingsland Court had from time immemorial been one of the show-places of the county, Thursday being always set apart as the visitors' day. The portly old housekeeper used to play cicerone, but the portly old housekeeper, growing portlier and older every day, got in time quite unable to waddle up and down and pant out gasping explanations to the strangers.
Nearly an hour after, a servant, entering to replenish the faded fire, fled out of the room and startled the household with his shrieks. Two or three domestics rushed in. There lay Sir Jasper Kingsland prone on his face on the floor, stiff and stark as a dead man. A paper, unintelligible to all, was clutched tightly as a death grip in his hand.
"It shall be precisely as the Prince and Princess of Kingsland please. My poor board will be only too much honored." "It is natural, I suppose," he thought, riding homeward. "The contrast between Kingsland Court and The Grange is striking. She is jealous and angry and hurt poor mother! Harrie must come with me to-morrow, and try to please her."
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