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And Nicanor lay dead in his harness. 1 MACABEES, xv. 28. Rachel laid down the papers which were full of Lord Newhaven's death. "He has managed it well," she said to herself. "No one could suspect that it was not an accident. He has played his losing game to the bitter end, weighing each move. None of the papers even hint that his death was not an accident. He has provided against that."
Her maid, who had been living in an atmosphere of pleasurable excitement since Lord Newhaven's death, glanced with enthusiastic admiration at her mistress. Lady Newhaven was a fickle, inconsiderate mistress, but at this moment her behavior was perfect. She, Angélique, knew what her own part should be, and played it with effusion. She suffered no one to come into the room.
At Lady Newhaven's door her French maid was hesitating, her hand on the handle. Below, on the stairs, stood a clergyman and the butler. "I am the bearer of sad tidings," said the clergyman. Rachel recognized him as the Archdeacon at whom Lord Newhaven had so often laughed. "Perhaps you would prepare Lady Newhaven before I break them to her."
I wish you had been there." "I wish I had." Lord Newhaven's tired, half-closed eye opened a little. "But the end seems to have been unfortunate." "Not at all," said Dick, watching the new arrivals with his head thrown back. "Fine girl that; I'll take a look at the whole mob of them directly.
But you never do let them know." "No," said Lord Newhaven, as he shot his letter into the brass mouth in the cottage wall, just below a window of "bulls'-eyes" and peppermints, "I never do. I don't defend it. But " "But what?" Lord Newhaven's face underwent some subtle change.
The frightful injustice of it all wrung Lady Newhaven's heart to the point of agony. To see her own property deliberately stolen from her in the light of day, as it were, in the very market-place, before everybody, without being able to raise a finger to regain him! It was intolerable. For she loved Hugh as far as she was capable of loving anything.
Pratt was comparatively lost, who, disregarding his position as chairman, now rose to pour oil of which, in manner alone, he had always a large supply on the troubled waters. Mr. Pratt had felt a difficulty in interrupting a member of a county family, which with the eye of faith he plainly perceived Dick to be, and at the same time a guest of "Newhaven's."
They naturally wished to hear the details of the lamented death of our mutual friend, Lord Newhaven." Archdeacon Thursby was the clergyman who had been selected, as a friend of Lady Newhaven's, to break to her her husband's death. "It seems," he added, "that a Miss West, who was at the Abbey at the time, is an intimate friend of the Pratts." Mrs.
"Forgive you?" said Lady Newhaven, in a hoarse voice. "It is no use asking me for forgiveness." "You are right," said Rachel, recovering herself, and meeting Lady Newhaven's eyes fully. "But what is the use of coming here to abuse me? You might have spared yourself and me this at least. It will only exhaust you and wound me."
It was made, and she was ruined. She repeated the words between little gasps for breath. Ruined! Her reputation lost! Hers Violet Newhaven's. It was a sheer impossibility that such a thing could have happened to a woman like her. It was some vile slander which Edward must see to. He was good at that sort of thing. But no, Edward would not help her.
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