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"Ah! but pardon me," he said, in his soft voice. "I am not responsible for Mrs. Mordaunt's negligence. She has been occupied with her affairs, and I with mine. Had she been in my society" he smiled with a flash of the teeth "she would not have forgotten her duties so easily. I am an excellent monitor, madame.
But" he turned back again and met Mordaunt's eyes "I wasn't going to use it, though I was cur enough to keep it, and to like to feel it was there in case of emergency. I didn't mean to use it on my oath, I didn't. I don't expect you to believe me, but it's true." "I believe you," Mordaunt said quietly. "And the emergency arose?" Rupert nodded again. "Chris came to me in great distress.
There was a crumb of comfort in that, lad, or I do not understand human nature." There was, truly. Still, I could not but compare Anne Mordaunt's generous confessions, under the influence of the same facts, and fancy that the prospects of the simple-minded, warm-hearted, manly young Albanian, were far less flattering than my own.
The leisurely tones came, measured and distinct, through the closed door, and Chris covered her face and shivered. "Oh, you'll have to let him in!" she said. "Only don't go away! Don't leave me alone with him!" "Chris!" Mordaunt's voice, calm and unhurried, addressed her directly. "Jack is here with me. Will you let us in?" Chris lifted a haggard face. "Open the door, Noel!" she said.
There was a hint of sharpness in Mordaunt's voice; his brows were drawn. Noel looked surprised. "Why, the time they got hung up by the tide all night. Mean to say you never heard of it? Oh, my eye!" he broke off blankly. "Then I've let the cat out of the bag!" "Don't distress yourself. It is of no importance." Mordaunt's tone was suddenly very deliberate.
To the secret spirit of enterprise which, however chilled by his pursuits and habits, still burned within Mordaunt's breast, there was a wild pleasure in the thought of bearing off his mistress and his bride from the very home and hold of her false friends and real foes; while in the contradictions of the same passion, Isabel, so far from exulting at her approaching escape, trembled at her danger and blushed for her temerity; and the fear and the modesty of woman almost triumphed over her brief energy and fluctuating resolve.
The offensive passages were occasioned by a pamphlet, in which Admiral Knowles had vindicated himself from some reflections that were incidentally cast on him in the course of Sir John Mordaunt's trial for the failure of a secret expedition on the coast of France, near Rochefort.
"Kitty and the baby might do just what they liked, but if she did the least thing wrong she was scolded and punished." But this thought of the rose led her back to Mrs. Mordaunt's lesson on Sunday. Had the good seed borne good fruit this week, this week that was to have been the beginning of a new life? Had it led her to overcome one fault, to be a step nearer to God and goodness than before?
We are now transported to a father and a son of a very different stamp. It was about the hour of one p.m., when the door of Mr. Vavasour Mordaunt's study was thrown open, and the servant announced Mr. Brown. "Your servant, sir; your servant, Mr. Henry," said the itinerant, bowing low to the two gentlemen thus addressed. The former, Mr.
Mordaunt's brows contracted; he seemed to be following out a difficult problem. Finally, to Rupert's relief, he turned aside. "Go on," he said. "I'll hear the whole of it now. What did you do with the money?" Rupert's teeth closed upon his lower lip. "That's the only question I can't answer." "Why not?" The question was curt, and held no compromise. "Private reasons," Rupert muttered.
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