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If mother accepts this six thousand a year, she will buy the check back from Hale. He's a scoundrel and will do anything for money. Then you can marry Juliet, and I can go abroad for a few years on an income of three thousand. Mother will allow me that." The coolness of this speech almost took Mallow's breath away. The man did not seem to be at all affected by his crime.
Every word he said pierced her heart. "Now I've made him cross," she wailed, "and I would lay down my life for him that I would." "See here, my girl," said Jennings, soothingly and fully prepared to make use of the girl's infatuation, "it is absurd your being in love with a gentleman of Mr. Mallow's position." Miss Grant tossed her head.
He despised Mallow's statues and adored Mallow's wife, and yet was distinctly fond of Mallow, to whom, in turn, he was equally dear. Mrs Mallow rejoiced in the statues though she preferred, when pressed, the busts; and if she was visibly attached to Peter Brench it was because of his affection for Morgan.
As he did so, he was conscious of a curious coldness, even of dampness, in the hand which had shaken that of Mallow. Mallow's hand had a clammy touch clammy, but firm and sure. There was no tremor in the long, thin fingers nor at the lips the thin, ascetic lips, as of a secret-service man but in his eyes was a dark fire of purpose.
"When I grow up, I will make songs, too," she said, as she stooped to pick the meadow-sweet. "I will make the words, and Rosin shall make the music; and we will go through the village singing, till everybody comes out of the houses to listen: Meadow-sweet is a treat; Columbine's a fairy; Mallow's fine, sweet as wine, What rhymes with fairy, I wonder. Dairy; but that won't come right.
He hailed the consul-general cordially and offered him one of his really choice cigars, which was accepted. "I say, who was that young woman who just went out?" The consul-general laid down the cigar. The question itself was harmless enough; it was Mallow's way of clothing it he resented. "Why?" he asked. "She's a stunner. Just curious if you knew her, that's all. We came down on the same boat.
"When we get to Singapore," rising slowly to his height until his eyes were level with Mallow's, "when we get to Singapore, I'm going to ask you for that fifty pounds, earned in honest labor." "And if I decline to pay?" truculently. "We'll talk that over when we reach port. Now," roughly, "get out. There won't be any baiting done to-day, thank you."
"No," replied Jennings, "I did not know," and then, since he had no further reason to remain, he took his departure also, wondering why Mallow had not come to report the matter. That same evening he sought out Mallow, but was unable to find him at his accustomed haunts. More perplexed than ever, Jennings, leaving a note at Mallow's rooms, had returned to his own.
That visit to Ashbourne was one of the most memorable periods in Lord Mallow's life. He was an impressible young man, and he had been unconsciously falling deeper in love with Lady Mabel every day during the last three months. Her delicate beauty, her culture, her elegance, her rank, all charmed and fascinated him; but her sympathy with Erin was irresistible.
"You'll have a great reputation in Dublin town now, and you'll deserve it," Mallow added adroitly, the great paleness of his features, however, made ghastly by the hatred in his eyes. Dyck did not see this look, but he felt a note of malice a distant note in Mallow's voice. He saw that what Mallow had said was fresh evidence of the man's arrogant character.
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