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He did not tell Sibylla that she was talking like a child. He only said that John Massingbird's claim to Verner's Pride was indisputable that it had been his all along; that, in point of fact, he himself had been the usurper. "Then you mean," she said, "to give him up quiet possession?" "I have no other resource, Sibylla. To attempt any sort of resistance would be foolish as well as wrong."
John Massingbird's being dead, should have the effect of setting Robin's mind at rest if it was to him that his suspicions were directed. For my part, I think Robin is wrong in suspecting him." "I think so too, sir. I don't know how it is, but I can't bring my mind to suspect him more than anybody else.
He raised his eyes, and looked over the counter. Master Cheese's face had turned white, and drops of wet were pouring off it in spite of his bravery. "What have you been at?" asked Jan. "I saw the thing they are talking about, Jan. It is Fred Massingbird's." Jan grinned. That Master Cheese's fright was genuine, there could be no mistaking, and it amused Jan excessively.
Stephen Verner had been prodigal in his number of carriages, although the carriages had a sinecure of it, and Lionel had found no occasion to purchase. Of course they belonged to John Massingbird; everything else belonged to him. He, for the last time, ordered the close carriage for his wife. His carriage, it might surely be said, more than John Massingbird's.
I should say, by the look of that, he was too much of a gentleman for a soldier." Lionel smiled. "Some of our soldiers are the most refined gentlemen in the world." "I can't tell how they retain their refinement, then, amid the rough and ready of camp life. I know I lost all I had at the diggings." Lionel laughed outright at the notion of John Massingbird's losing his refinement at the diggings.
It had taken that time to pack and settle things, since he first spoke to Lady Verner. There were various personal trifles of his and Sibylla's to be singled out and separated from what was now John Massingbird's. But all was done at last, and they were ready to depart. Lionel went to John Massingbird. "You will allow me to order the carriage for Sibylla? She will like it better than a hired one."
"I should think there's not another face living, that bears a resemblance to Fred Massingbird's," observed Lionel. "How have you heard this?" "The first to tell me of it was old Matthew Frost. He saw him plainly, believing it to be Frederick Massingbird's spirit although he had never believed in spirits before. Dan Duff holds to it that he saw it; and now Alice Hook; besides others.
West, Jan, Mr. Bitterworth, and Sir Rufus Hautley they thought how Mrs. Verner had changed, and how ill she looked; not that her florid complexion was any paler. She had, indeed, changed since the news of John Massingbird's death; and some of them believed that she would not be very long after Mr. Verner. They had assembled there for the purpose of hearing the will read. The desk of Mr.
Not one on 'em but 'ud take their Bible oath, if put to it, that it is Fred Massingbird's ghost." "But it is not," said Tynn. "It can't be. Leastways I'll never believe it till I see it with my own eyes. There'd be no reason in its coming now. If it wanted to come at all, why didn't it come when it was first buried, and not wait till over two years had gone by?"
Verner, I do not hold good with the policy which seems to prevail, of keeping this matter from you," he said, in a confidential tone. "I cannot see the expediency of it in any way. It is not Rachel's Frost's ghost that is said to be terrifying people." "Whose then?" asked Lionel. "Frederick Massingbird's." Lionel paused, as if his ears deceived him. "Whose?" he repeated.
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