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Presently she said, with more quickness of speech than usual: "You have been in Scotland lately, have you not?" "I was there a short time ago, but for two days only." "Ah, yes, you went to Netherglen?" "I did. The Luttrells are connections of yours, are they not, Miss Murray?" "Very distant ones," said Elizabeth. "You know that Brian Luttrell has gone abroad?" "I have heard so."
"Your feeling is somewhat over-strained, Elizabeth. We are all sorry for the Luttrells' trouble; but it is absurd to say that we must not be glad of your good fortune." Elizabeth rose up with her eyes ablaze and her cheeks on fire. "You know that you are not glad!" she said, almost passionately.
Her great desire that the properties of Netherglen and Strathleckie should be united was realised in a way of which she had never dreamt. Brian himself believed firmly that he was of Italian parentage and that Dino Vasari was the veritable heir of the Luttrells; but the notion was now so painful to Mrs.
Perhaps they took the infection of fever in the course of these visits; at any rate one of them was soon reported to be seriously ill, and Vincenza was cautioned against taking the Luttrells' baby into the village. It was the little Lippo Vasari who was ill; his twin-brother Dino was reported perfectly well. Some days afterwards Mr.
She was the wife of a gardener employed at the villa, and had been recommended by one of the Fathers at the monastery a certain Padre Cristoforo, who seemed to know the history of every man, woman and child in San Stefano. She was the mother of twins, but this was a fact which the Luttrells did not know.
Grouped around the Phoenix Park are many beautiful seats: the finest is Woodlands. This belonged formerly to the Luttrells, a notorious family, the head of which was raised to the Irish peerage as earl of Carhampton. It was with a Lord Carhampton that his son declined to fight a duel, not at all because he was his father, but because he "did not consider him a gentleman."
"How interesting it will be," Mrs. Heron's, pensive voice was understood to murmur, when Percival's gruff speech had come to a sudden conclusion, "to notice the use dear Lizzie makes of her wealth! I wonder what her income will be, and whether the Luttrells' kept up a large establishment."
She had found friends there real friends the Luttrells and Mrs. Broderick and the Gaythornes, and though she still felt terribly lonely in her big house, perhaps it would be better for her to wait a little. "I suppose I should feel rather like a ghost if I tried to settle here," she said, presently. "I do not think so badly of poor little Ivy Dene as you do.
Brian had recovered sufficiently to walk like a mourner behind the covered stretcher on which his brother's form was laid; but he paid little attention to the whispers that were exchanged from time to time between the Grants and the men who carried that melancholy burden to the Luttrells' door.
But George was always independent, Miss Luttrell, and beholden to neither Luttrells nor Modburies, and that I tell 'ee to your face, ma'am, and no shame of it either. 'Well, well, Mrs. Oswald, said the old lady, shaking her head more violently than ever at this direct discomfiture, 'I don't want to argue with you about the matter.
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