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What a wife for a lawyer she'd make! so long as she plotted for, and not against him. But Theophilus Clamp was not born to be overreached by one of the weaker sex. I was sure my late lamented friend could not have left his affairs in such utter disorder, no schedule of property, no statement of debts; too good a business man for that was Walter Kinloch.
He took a seat quietly by the maple-shaded window. Mrs. Kinloch was silent and composed. Her coolness nerved instead of depressing him, and he began at once. "I've ker-come to see you about the debt which my nun-nephew, Mark, owes the estate." "I don't know what I can do about it," she replied, in a placid tone. "We've ben nun-neighbors, now, these f-fifteen years, Mrs.
One afternoon, about six months after the opening of our story, Mrs. Kinloch and her son were talking together concerning the progress of his suit. He complained that he was no nearer the point than on the first day he and Mildred rode out together. "It was like rounding Cape Horn," he said, "where a ship might lie twenty days and drift back as fast as she got ahead by tacking."
He seized and opened it. It was the will of Mr. Kinloch, duly signed and attested. Lucy had not deceived him. With hurried pace they returned to the village, scarcely stopping to take breath until they reached Mr. Hardwick's house. It was no vain hope, then! It was true! The schemes of the step-mother would be frustrated. The odious control of Squire Clamp would end.
Alford entered and said, "Milly, your step-mother's team is comin' up the road." In a moment there was a bustle in the house, but before any preparation could be made the carriage was at the gate, and Mrs. Kinloch, accompanied by Squire Clamp, knocked at the door. "Milly, you go into the kitchen with Mrs. Alford," said the farmer. "I'll attend to matters for them." "No, Mr.
Tropical birds sang or chattered in cages, and a learned but lawless parrot talked, swore, or made mischief, as he chose. The tawny servant George, brought by Mr. Kinloch from one of the islands of the Pacific, completed his claims upon the admiration of the untravelled. He was just ready to enjoy the evening of life, when the night of death closed upon him with tropic suddenness.
Kinloch proposed to herself to assist him more openly than she had hitherto done She was not aware that anything implicating Hugh had been reported, but she knew enough of human nature to be sure that some one would be peering into the mystery, a mystery which she divined by instinct, but had not herself dared to explore.
Kinloch began to become interested. "Squire Clamp!" she exclaimed, "when did you see him?" "He called here yesterday evening, on his way to Mr. Hardwick's, I guess." "Why didn't he ask me if you could go? I think he's pretty free to send my girls about the town on his errands." "You were out, Ma'am, in the next house; and after he'd gone I forgot it." "You remembered it to-day, it seems."
The action, the expression in the eyes, were unmistakable. John understood, as plainly as if Scaife had spoken, that silence, where expulsion impended, was not only expedient but imperative. Kinloch crept out of the room. Rutford examined Scaife, who feigned insensibility. Then he addressed Lawrence. "Go to Lovell's room, Lawrence, and institute a thorough search.
Lucy, the maid, evidently was there, for one; indeed, by shifting her position so as to look through an opening in the bushes, Mrs. Kinloch could see the girl; but she was not busy with her clothes-basket. An arm was bent around her plump and graceful figure. The next instant, as Mrs.
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