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Updated: June 14, 2025
Gardiner Sally!" cried Victor Lamont, in a voice apparently husky with emotion, "the memory of this ride will be with me while life lasts!" Victor Lamont's voice died away in a hoarse whisper; the hand which caught and held her own closed tighter over it, and the hoarse murmur of the sea seemed further and further away.
Lamont's parlour to meet his dear mother and uncle!
Gardiner, the married belle of the ball, entered, leaning upon Victor Lamont's arm. Those who saw her whispered one to another that the reigning beauty of Newport quite surpassed herself to-night that even the buds had better look to their laurels. The maids and the matrons, even the gentlemen, looked askance when they saw Victor Lamont and young Mrs.
The artist was turning the leaves and contemplating the poverty of his sketch-book. "The fact is, I get better subjects on the seashore." "Probably the sea would suit us better. By the way, did I tell you that Miss Lamont's uncle came last night from Richmond? Mr. De Long, uncle on the mother's side. I thought there was French blood in her." "What is he like?"
She was standing under a great palm-tree, its green branches forming just the background that was needed to perfect the dainty picture in pink. She was surrounded as usual by a group of admirers. Victor Lamont's indifference vanished. He was interested at last. "Who is the young lady under the palm directly opposite?" he asked, quickly. "The belle of Newport," was the reply. "Shall I present you?"
Elliott had left the Manse, the family were sitting at tea, conversing very comfortably together, when the study door opened, and to their astonishment Mr. Lamont walked in. All expressed their surprise at so unexpected a visitor; Mrs. Martin alone sat still, her eyes fixed on Mr. Lamont's face, seeming to dread what she was to hear. Mr.
Victor Lamont's fickle fancy for his companion had been a short-lived one. Like all male flirts, he soon tired of his conquests, and longed for new fields and new faces. He was considering this matter, when he received a letter that set him thinking. It was from his boon companion, Egremont, who was doing Long Branch. There were four pages, written in cipher, which only Lamont could understand.
They'll discover the cell is empty and give the Where are you going, man?" he broke off, as Drummond, leaving his place near the door, groped his way hurriedly along the wall. "To squeeze my way back and make a fight for it. It's better than " "Wait!" Lamont's hand was on his shoulder, and he whispered a sharp command for silence.
Lamont's eyes sparkled with joy as he saw her, for she was resplendent in a dream of white lace, and wore all her magnificent diamonds. He was obliged to promenade and dance with her for an hour or so, although he knew his companions would be waiting with the utmost impatience on the shore. When he proposed the stroll, he looked at her keenly, his lips apart, intense eagerness in his voice.
"No, no, no!" cried Sally, clinging to Lamont's arm, as she imagined herself standing before a police magistrate, and trying to tell him the story. "I understand your feelings perfectly," whispered Lamont, pressing her arm reassuringly. "The story of our losses must not get out. No, we dare not ask the police to help us recover your diamonds and my money, because of the consequences."
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