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We who believe in love will take jolly good care that you apostles of hate get all we've had and more if you provoke us enough that is." He stopped, for Mr. Lavender's figure had rigidified on the other side of the table into the semblance of one who is about to address the House of Lords. "I can find here," he cried, "no analogy with religious persecution. This is a simple matter.
She could only hope that her son had not been called upon to suffer a fresh reproach, from the unremoved stain hanging over his birth. Miss Betsy Lavender's company at this time was her greatest relief, in a double sense.
"I hope you will," said Mrs. Lorraine; and naturally enough he consented. Luncheon was just ready. As they were going into the room on the opposite side of the hall, the younger lady said to Ingram in a quiet undertone, but with much indifference of manner, "You know, if you think I ought to give up Mr. Lavender's acquaintance altogether, I will do so at once.
It was entirely due to her representations that he presented himself at Mr. Lavender's on the following day, and, sending in his card, was admitted to our hero's presence. Mr. Lavender, pale and stiff, was sitting in his study, with Blink on his feet, reading a speech. "Excuse my getting up, sir," he said; "and pray be seated."
Barton I Look at them two sets o' shoulders!" Miss Lavender's words were scarcely comprehensible, but all saw the resemblance between father and son, in the outline of the shoulders, and managed to guess her meaning.
"Many people shook their heads dubiously when they remembered that, after all, Charles Lavender was killed with a knife which one witness had sworn belonged to Lord Arthur; others, again, reverted to the original theory that George Higgins was the murderer, that he and James Terry had concocted the story of Lavender's attempt at blackmail on Lord Arthur, and that the murder had been committed for the sole purpose of robbery.
It was a day of surprises for Barton. In his astonishment at the last announcement, he took refuge from the horror of Miss Lavender's first revelations. One thing was settled, all the fruits of his painful and laborious plotting were scattered to the winds. Denial was of no use, but neither could an honest explanation, even if he should force himself to give it, be of any possible service.
"Then come in hither." And she pulled her into her own room, and shut the door. "Agnes, there is some strange thing I cannot understand: and I will understand it. Agnes looked astonished at Philippa's tone, as well she might. "It hath been forbidden, Lady." "Who forbade it?" The lavender's compressed lips sufficiently intimated that she did not mean to answer that question.
Lavender's mumps were at a painful stage so sore, so stiff, so heavy, that she felt all face, had no spirit to read, craved for companionship, and yet shrank sensitively from observing eyes. Let those jeer who may, it is an abominable thing to feel a martyr, and look a clown, and poor Lavender's sensitive nature suffered acutely from the position.
But the fact is, that as Edward Ingram went rapidly over in his own mind everything that had occurred since his entrance into that house, as he anxiously recalled the remarks made to him, the tone and looks accompanying them, and his own replies, it was not of Lavender's affairs alone that he thought.
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