United States or Niger ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I call this doosed unhandsome treatment I do, going back on a feller like this!" "You audacious scoundrel!" roared the enraged young lord of Kingsland, "how dare you presume to answer me? How dare you stand there and look me in the face? If I called my servants and made them lash you outside the gates, I would only serve you right! You low-bred, impertinent ruffian, how dare you write to my wife?"
The magic of June faded from the forests, smothered under the magnificent and deeper glory of July's golden green; the early summer ripened into August, finding us still afoot in the Kingsland district gathering in the loyal, warning the rash, comforting the down-cast, threatening the suspected.
For this wintery midnight, while Sir Jasper Kingsland walks moodily up and down up and down Lady Kingsland, in the chamber above, lies ill unto death. An hour passes the clock in the turret and the buhl toy on the stone mantel toll solemnly one.
False wife, accursed traitoress, meet your doom!" She uttered a long, low cry. She recognized the voice it was the voice of her husband; she recognized the form her husband's towering over her, with a long, gleaming dagger in his hand. When Sybilla Silver parted from Lady Kingsland outside the chamber door, she went straight to her own room, and began her preparations for that night's work.
"Lady Kingsland is asleep. Do you wish to deliver that note?" With a second gesture of seeming confusion, Sybilla hid the hand which held it in the folds of her dress. "Yes no it doesn't matter. It can wait, I dare say. He didn't mention being in a hurry." "He! Of whom are you speaking, Sybilla?" "I I chanced to pass through the picture-gallery five minutes ago, Sir Everard, and Mr.
"Yes," she cried, "that is the word murderess! for I murdered your daughter-in-law. You never liked her, you know, Lady Kingsland. Surely, then, when I stabbed her and threw her into the sea, I did you a good turn. Lie still, and listen to me. I have a long story to tell you, beginning with the astrologer's prediction."
Falkirk belonged to that type of manhood which rather delights in being uncomfortable whenever circumstances permit; and other men she had seen few. Mr. Rollo had a book too, which he did not offer to lend; and he gave his lazy attention to nothing else unless when a bright glance of eye went over to Mr. Kingsland.
Kingsland, who constituted himself her right-hand man in general; but Dr. Maryland was not far off, if less presuming. Miss Hazel could not walk or ride or come into a room without some sort of homage from one or all of these. 'Dear little thing! pretty little thing! exclaimed a lady, an old acquaintance of Mr. Falkirk's, one evening. 'Charming little creature! How will she bear it? Mr.
Lady Kingsland quietly dismissed the incident altogether before the end of dinner. The hours of the evening wore on very long hours to the lord of Kingsland Court, seated at the head of his table, dispensing his hospitalities and trying to listen to the long stories of Mr. Carlyon and the rector.
Come home with me and rest to-night, at least. I owe you a heavy debt, and I should like to pay a little of it." "You owe me nothing!" His eyes gleamed under his hat and his teeth clinched as he spoke. "Nothing, Sir Everard Kingsland! Let us say good-bye. I must reach Worrel by sunrise." "And so you shall. The fleetest steed in my stables shall carry you.
Word Of The Day