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My advice I am afraid you will be very unwilling to listen to it." She paused, looking at him wistfully. "What would it be?" he asked. "I feel so strongly just as you do that it is dreadful to have to countenance such a state of things; but I am convinced that it would be very, very unwise if you went at once to extremities, Mr. Northway.
Then you shall have the particulars." Thereupon Glazzard made known the names he had kept in reserve. Northway jotted them down on the back of an envelope, his hand rather unsteady. "There's a train to Polterham," said Glazzard, "at nine o'clock in the morning. You'll be there by ten see Ridge the bookseller, and be at the Court-house in convenient time.
Lilian whispered, a sob at length breaking her voice. The widow was perfectly self-possessed. Her eyes gleamed very brightly and glanced hither and thither with the keenest scrutiny. She held Lilian's hand, answering in a low voice: "Trust me, dear! I'm so glad you have come. What is his name?" "Mr. Northway." Mrs.
He took from an inner pocket a mutilated photograph; originally of cabinet size, it was cut down to an oval, so that only the head remained. The portrait had been taken in London between Lilian's return from Paris and her arrival at Polterham. Glazzard was one of the few favoured people who received a copy. Northway examined it and drew in his cheeks, breathing hard.
Wade, and Northway, indistinguishable from ordinary frequenters of the exhibition, was not far off. This gentleman had a reason for what he was doing; he wished to discover who Mr. "He is here already," said Mrs. Wade, as she joined Denzil. "Among the sculpture the inner room." "Then I shall follow you at a distance. Challenge that fellow to go up to Glazzard and address him as Mr. Marks."
He had but to say "Ruin! what do I care for ruin in that sense?" and she would have cried with delight. But he kept it back. "Sit down and wait for me. I will go and see him." One more embrace, and he left her. Mrs. Wade was talking with Northway in the dining-room, talking hurriedly and earnestly. She heard Quarrier's step and came to the door. "In here?" Denzil asked. She nodded and came out.
Wood , that he was the son of William Cartwright, and born at Northway, near Tewksbury in Gloucestershire in September 1611, that his father had dissipated a fair inheritance he knew not how, and as his last refuge turned inn-keeper at Cirencester; when living in competence, he procured his son, a youth of a promising genius, to be educated under Mr.
I could make him understand that he has to meet a person quite on his own level an educated man of honourable feeling. After that, an interview between you would be comparatively easy. I should be really grateful to you if you would allow me to do you this service." Northway was like clay in her hands. Every word had precisely the effect on which she calculated.
Unperceived, the informer came close behind his confederate and spoke quietly. Glazzard turned as if some one had struck him. It was forcible evidence, confirmed moreover by the faces of the two men as they exchanged a few words. Seeing Northway retire, Quarrier said to Mrs. Wade: "Please to go away. You have done your part." With a look of humble entreaty, she obeyed him.
There's a field-path just here." They crossed the stile, and walked a short distance in the direction of Bale Water. Then Lilian stopped. "Who told you where to find me?" Already Northway had decided upon his course of action. Whilst he followed Lilian, watching her every movement, the old amorous feeling had gradually taken strong hold upon him. He no longer thought of revenge.
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