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We are both weary, both have suffered; could we not try to console and strengthen each other?" The wistfulness of his tone, of his looks, would have softened any heart that was not hard as stone. But Florence Lepel's pale face was utterly unmoved.
She withdrew therefore from the musical profession, and lived a quiet life in London with her father, who had postponed his departure for a few weeks. He would not return to America until the close of Hubert Lepel's trial. The General's sad death, caused chiefly by excitement, was felt, when the shock was passed, to be almost a relief for his friends.
He spoke to her with an air of great deference. "I beg your pardon, ma'am; but I thought that I'd better come and tell you about Mr. Lepel." "Have you a message a note?" cried Cynthia eagerly. "No, ma'am. Mr. Lepel's not able to write, nor to send messages. Mr. Lepel's ill in bed, ma'am, and the doctor's afraid that it is brain-fever." Cynthia gasped a little.
"H'm, ha the doctor, my man," said the General, rather taken aback by the demand upon him "get us the doctor as soon as you can. Tell him tell him that Mr. Lepel's relatives are here, and no doubt he will come at once." There was a little silence in the room when Jenkins had disappeared upon his errand. The General stood, with his hands clasped behind him, looking out of a window; Mrs.
He has reasons of his own for not permitting me to disclose the motive which induced him to celebrate my marriage privately in the chapel at Lord Lepel's house. I was carried to the station, and placed on a bed slung by ropes to the ceiling of a saloon carriage, so as to prevent me from feeling the vibration when the train was in motion. Faithful Mrs.
I went to Lord Lepel's house sorely against my will; longing already for the day when it would be time to say good-by. The routine of my uncle's establishment had remained unaltered since my last experience of it. The one change that presented itself was a change out of the house. Death had removed the lodgekeeper at the park-gate.
I don't know that I have anything to tell, however. I should think that Mr. Hubert Lepel, if you know him, could tell you more about her than any one." "I happen to be Mr. Lepel's sister," said Flossy, with dignity. "The deuce you are!" remarked the manager to himself. "That explains " Aloud "Well, madam, how can I assist you? Do you want to know Miss West's character?
Lepel's visit; for Enid's ministrations amongst the poor had been almost entirely brought to a close, on the ground that close cottages and the sight of suffering must necessarily be bad for her health. Accordingly she had gone less and less to the village, and had seen almost nothing of Mr. Evandale.
This fellow had been one of Mr. Lepel's sucking saints a show prisoner. The Bible and brute force how odd they sound together! Yet such was the Lepel system, humbug apart. Put a thief in a press between an Old Testament and a New Testament. Turn the screw, crush the texts in, and the rogue's vices out! Conversion made easy!
I wish to make a statement of the truth it was I who killed Sydney Vane! Now do what you like!" A sudden hush fell upon the group. Each looked at the others aghast. The general opinion was that Mr. Lepel's fever had returned upon him and that he was raving. But at least three persons knew or suspected that he spoke only the truth. "He's mad delirious!" said the General angrily.
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