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Thus far they had got on very well together, and Lady Ogram began to think that she had found in Constance what she had long been looking for one of her own sex equal to the burden of a great responsibility and actuated by motives pure enough to make her worthy of a high privilege.
"There was no condition, expressed or reserved." Constance's tone had become hard again. Her eyes were averted, her lips set in their firmest lines. "Are you quite sure of that?" "Quite," was the decisive reply. "How do you reconcile that with what has passed today between Lady Ogram and me?" "It was between Lady Ogram and you," said Constance, subduing her voice. "I see.
Well, I had the good luck to suggest the paper-mill, and it was a success, and Lady Ogram at once had a great opinion of me. From that day she tells me the thought grew in her mind that, instead of devoting all her wealth, by will, to definite purposes, she would leave a certain portion of it to me, to be used by me for purposes of public good.
"Will you let me speak to you for a moment before " "No!" With this stern monosyllable, Lady Ogram dismissed her, entered the room, and closed the door. Then her face changed.
Whether I am elected or not, it'll be easier for me to get out of my false position." "Why? How?" "In this way. During the excitement of the election, I shall find opportunities of speaking more freely with Lady Ogram, and who knows but I may bring her to see that the plan she made for me was not altogether to my advantage?
Most of them belong to Hollingford, and you will have to know them." Very pungently did she sketch these personages. When her listener showed amusement, Lady Ogram was pleased; if he seemed to find the picture too entertaining, she added "But he or she is not a fool, remember that." So did the talk go on, until a servant entered to announce the arrival of Mrs.
He moved into an easier posture; his countenance brightened; he said within himself that destiny was hearing him on to glorious things. "I'm very glad indeed to hear that, Lady Ogram! It ruts my mind at rest." "I have talked with them both," continued the reassuring voice, which struggled with hoarseness.
Her face was hotly flushed; her hands trembled; a great joy shone from the transformed countenance. "Thank goodness!" broke from her hoarsely. "Thank goodness!" Then, with sudden alarm, "I suppose you're making no idiotic mistake?" "That kind of mistake, Lady Ogram," responded Mr. Kerchever with a tolerant motion of the eyebrows, "is not quite in my way.
He could live for the next few months, but, after that, had no resources to count upon. Such hopes as he had tried to connect with the name of Lady Ogram might be the veriest dream, but for the moment no suggestion offered in any other quarter. It would be better, perhaps, to write to Connie Bride before going down to Hollingford. Yes, he would write to Connie.
"If I had known that," he said, with much deliberation, "I should have kept the thought to myself. But I'm afraid there's no denying that the mill spoils the village." "The mill is the making of the village," said Lady Ogram, emphatically. "In one sense, very likely. I spoke only of the picturesqueness of the place." "I know you did.
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