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"That, my lady, was my lord's mother's room, after my lord died my lord's father that was; may God bless her." Then Lady Ongar reflected that from her husband she had never heard a word either of his father or his mother. She wished that she could seat herself with that woman in some small upstairs room, and then ask question after question about the family.
But what now should she do with her wealth, and especially how should she act in respect to that place down in the country? Though she had learned to hate Ongar Park during her solitary visit there, she had still looked forward to the pleasure the property might give her when she should be able to bestow it upon Harry Clavering. But that had been part of her dream, and the dream was now over.
Philosophical and historical writer, artist, and inventor, was the most eminent member of a family known as the Taylors of Ongar, which has shown a remarkable persistence of ability in various departments, but especially in art and literature. His grandfather and f., who bore the same name, were both eminent engravers, and the latter was the author of various books for children.
I wouldn't stand him here for another fortnight not even to make her all safe." "It will soon be over. They'll be gone on Thursday." "What do you think of his having the impudence to tell Cunliffe" Cunliffe was the head keeper "before my face, that he didn't know anything about pheasants! 'Well, my lord, I think we've got a few about the place, said Cunliffe. 'Very few, said Ongar, with a sneer.
The marriage bells would ring within a month from the present time, and his own father would go to the church and marry them. Unless Lord Ongar were to die before then by God's hand, there could be no escape and of such escape Harry Clavering had no thought.
She said nothing of the shirt-studs, but he would understand that. As for the lock of hair doubtless it had been burned. Cecilia said but little in answer to this. She would not as yet look upon the matter as Florence looked at it, and as Theodore did also. Harry was to be back in town on Thursday morning. He could not, probably, be seen or heard of on that day, because of his visit to Lady Ongar.
Lord Ongar, though she had nursed him to the hour of his death, earning her price, had been her bitterest enemy; and though there had been something about this count that she had respected, she had known him to be a man of intrigue and afraid of no falsehoods in his intrigues a dangerous man, who might perhaps now and again do a generous thing, but one who would expect payment for his generosity.
"Lady Ongar is a person whom I have known for a long times and for whom I have a great I may say a very deep regard." "Ah! yes. What a jointure she has! and what a park! Thousands and thousands of pounds and so beautiful! If I was a man I should have a very deep regard, too. Yes." "A most beautiful creature, is she not?"
And if she were to leave it, why should she go with a woman that has misconducted herself?" "Oh, Hugh!" exclaimed Lady Clavering. "Lady Ongar has never misconducted herself " said Harry. "Are you her champion?" asked Sir Hugh. "As far as that, I am. She has never misconducted herself; and what is more, she has been cruelly used since she came home."
But one also hears that of the truth of which no doubt seems to be possible. So it had been with the tale which Lady Ongar had told. It had been all as she had said; and had Sir Hugh heard it even Sir Hugh, who doubted all men and regarded all women as being false beyond a doubt even he, I think, would have believed it. But she had deserved the sufferings which had come upon her.
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