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One likes sometimes to have a little remembrance of those of people one has known; he would not mind my keeping it, I think. Tell him tell him I asked for it." The tears were very near her voice; she could scarcely keep them back out of her eyes. John Kynaston dropped his hand, and Vera slipped the little case quickly into her pocket.
Oh, Vera, how good you are! how little I deserve such a treasure!" "Don't," she answers, almost sharply, whilst an expression of pain contracts her brow for an instant. "Don't say such things to me, John; don't call me good." John Kynaston looks at her fondly. "I will not call you anything you don't wish," he says, gently, "but I am free to think it, Vera!"
In the middle of the floor Rachel Kynaston lay prostrate, her fingers grasping convulsively at the empty air, and an awful look in her face. Helen was on her knees by her side, and Mr. Brown stood in the background, irresolute whether to stay or leave. They crowded round her, but she waved them off, and grasping Helen's wrist, dragged her down till their heads nearly touched.
I should vote for Mr. Brown." "Mr. Brown it shall be, then!" he answered. "Douglas shall write him to-morrow." A fortnight later Mr. Bernard Brown took up his quarters at Falcon's Nest. "I call it perfectly dreadful of those men!" Helen Thurwell exclaimed suddenly. "They're more than an hour late, and I'm desperately hungry!" "It is rank ingratitude!" Rachel Kynaston sighed.
He came back to her and stood before her looking at her for a minute. And then he made this most remarkable speech: "If you were to ask Sir John Kynaston this he would restore the chancel!" he said. For half-a-second Vera stared at him in blank amazement. Then she turned haughtily round, and flushed hotly with angry indignation.
Do I understand is it possible that anything in those papers could lead people to fix upon you as the murderer of Sir Geoffrey Kynaston?" The two men looked steadily into each other's faces. There was nothing in Sir Allan's expression beyond a slightly shocked surprise; in Mr. Brown's there was a very curious mixture indeed. "Most certainly!" was the quiet reply.
But, Eustace, it is only beginning, you know; so we must just let things take their course, and not seem to notice anything. And, mind, not a word to your mother." Meanwhile Vera and Sir John Kynaston were walking down the village street together. The man awkward and ill at ease, the woman calm and composed, and thoroughly mistress of the occasion.
A week later Sir John Kynaston sat alone by his library fire, after breakfast, and owned to himself that he had fallen hopelessly and helplessly in love with Vera Nevill. This was all the more remarkable because Sir John was not a very young man, and that he was, moreover, not of a nature to do things rashly or impulsively. He was, on the contrary, of a slow and hesitating disposition.
"Of course not; indeed, I would gladly help you if I could," she answered, heartily. "You will certainly be able to help us both very materially some day," said Beatrice, who had visions of being asked to stay at Kynaston, to meet Herbert. "I am afraid not," answered Vera, with a sigh. Already there was regret in her mind for the good things of life which she had elected to relinquish.
Beatrice did not despair at all. She only bided her time. One day, if she waited for it patiently, the opportunity would come to her, and when it came she would not be slow to make use of it. It came to her in the shape of a morning visit from Captain Maurice Kynaston. "Come down and see my mother," Maurice had said to her; "she has not seen you for a long while.
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