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Updated: May 5, 2025
Someone was playing the Soldiers' March out of Faust on the old cracked schoolroom piano, which was rising nobly to the occasion. Mr. Lorimer moved at length and turned his head. "Who is that playing?" "Piers Evesham," whispered Mrs. Lorimer. She was weeping softly and dared not stir lest he should discover the fact. There was a deep, vertical line between Mr. Lorimer's brows.
"Oh yes!" she replied, "but when I told him he was a coward, and that he must go away, he said some very cruel things " she stopped, and blushed deeply; then, as if seized by some sudden impulse, she laid her small hand on Lorimer's and said in the tone of an appealing child, "you are very good and kind to me, and you are clever, you know so much more than I do!
Lorimer's vote went with the majority. Although he had fielded for the Bishop, he was not, of course, being merely a substitute, allowed to bowl, as the Bishop had had his innings, and it had been particularly galling to him to feel that he might have saved the match, if it had only been possible for him to have played a larger part.
She was 'shamed to look so shif'less that day, but she had some good clothes in a chist in the bedroom, and a boughten bonnet with a good cypress veil, which she had when "he" died. She calculated they would do, though they might be old-fashioned, some. She seemed greatly pleased at Mr. Lorimer's having taken the trouble to come to see her.
"No. I guess the sight of the insect makes me sick." Again the lawyer smiled toward the jury, and the judge, censuring the witness, directed him to refrain from unnecessary details. The next question came: "Was it because you were a friend of Lorimer's, or had such a bitter dislike to Fletcher, that one night you attempted to murder him?
It was only such a warning as he had given, a dozen times before; he knew just how Lorimer would resent it, then accept it, and it would have made no difference to him, could he have foreseen that, in his resentment, Lorimer's words to Beatrix would be slightly tinged with aloes. It is not certain that, foreseeing, he would have cared. Beatrix was nothing to him; of Lorimer he was strangely fond.
With a swift gesture, Thayer caught the man's attention, and shook his head. The man hesitated, halting between two masters. The one paid him his wages; the other commanded his entire respect, and it was not easy for him to choose the one whom he should obey. "Fill thish up, I shay!" Lorimer's voice was thicker, his accent imperious.
He would not save Lorimer's honor for the sake of Lorimer's wife, and then deliberately seek to bring dishonor and shame upon the wife herself. He veiled his eyes and let his palm drop out from under the pressure of the cold little fingers. "It's not necessarily a question of years," he said, after a silence in which it seemed to him that she must be able to count his heart-throbs.
We have as it were regarded the matter from every point of view. I do not think there will be many consciences unaroused when I have enunciated my final warning." "You have such a striking delivery," murmured Mrs. Lorimer, clasping the firm white hand between both her own. Mr. Lorimer's eyes vanished in an unctuous smile. "Thou idle flatterer!" he said. "No, indeed, dear," his wife protested.
She was old Lord Lorimer's youngest daughter, and we used to walk in the Square gardens together; but I did not see much of her after I married; and after a good while, she married a man who had made a great fortune by mining. I wonder what her son is like?" "He must be the man, for he is said to be the millionaire of the regiment. Just the match that Lady Tyrrell would like."
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