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"Oh, these lovers!" she groans to herself, somewhat impatiently, as she sits down alone to the well-furnished luncheon-table; but she bears it pretty composedly because Helen has her grandfather's money, and is to bring her son wealth as well as love, and Lady Kynaston is not at all above being glad of it.
I taught my son to curse the name of Sir Geoffrey Kynaston, and as soon as I had recovered from my wounds I hunted him all over Europe. Where he spent those years I cannot tell, but he eluded me. Often I reached a town only to learn that he had left it but a few days; once, I remember, at Belgrade, I was only a few hours behind him. But meet him face to face I could not.
Miss Nevill went into the house, having utterly forgotten that she had sprained her wrist; a fact which proves indisputably, I suppose, that the injury could not have been of a very serious nature. That practised falsehood under saintly show, Deep malice to conceal, couched with revenge. Milton, "Paradise Lost." Old Lady Kynaston arrived at Shadonake in the worst possible temper.
A thoroughly ill-tempered expression of face seldom enhances any one's good looks, and if ever a man looked in a bad temper, Maurice Kynaston did so at the present moment. He stood with his hands in his trousers pockets, and his eyes fixed upon his own boots, and he looked as savage as it was well possible for a man to look.
He could not marry her, he would not have desired to do so had he been able; but as things were, there was no money to marry on either side. At his heart Maurice Kynaston was glad of it, for he did not want her for a wife, and yet he feared that he was bound to her. "There is something I wanted to say to you," he said, after the tea had been brought in and they were alone again.
I shall never forget it; and oh, I hear such dreadful things of him, that he is ill that he is talking of going to Australia. Oh, Lady Kynaston, is it all true?" She had clasped her hands together, and bent a little forward towards the old lady in her earnestness; she looked at her piteously, almost entreatingly.
"I remember," he said; "you were staying at Mallory, weren't you, when that sad affair to poor Kynaston happened?" "Yes." Sir Allan moved his chair a little, as though to escape from the warmth of the fire, and sat where the heavily shaded lamp left his face in the shadow. "Yes, that was a terrible affair," he said in a low tone; "and a very mysterious one.
I have no right to dispose of this parcel" she held it in her hand "and I have given my word that I will give it to your husband alone. How could I be so false as to do anything else with it? You are asking impossibilities, Mrs. Kynaston." "You will not give it to me?" There was a sudden change in Helen's voice she pleaded no longer. "No, certainly not." "And that is your last word?" "Yes."
Then suddenly she turned away, and went swiftly back into the room she had just left, closing the door behind her. It was empty. Lady Kynaston was gone. Vera stooped over the writing-table, and, taking up a sheet of paper, she wrote in pencil: "Do not write to Sir John it is beyond my strength forgive me and forget me. Vera."
Nothing can ever die. Nor can our souls ever die." She looked at him keenly. The dreamy speculation had gone from her eyes. The fire of her former purpose had returned. "It is well to feel like that. You would rather be Sir Geoffrey Kynaston, then, than his murderer, even now?" He raised his hand quickly to his forehead, as though in pain. It was gone in an instant, but she had been watching.
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