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"Why don't you send John Stumpy to jail, too?" I asked. "He is as much accused as I." "We have only your word for that." "Then let me send for my sister Kate and Dick Blair." Judge Penfold rubbed his chin reflectively. "I think I'll have to put you under bonds," he said to John Stumpy. "Why so? The boy's word doesn't amount to anything," put in Mr. Woodward. "Only a matter of form, Mr. Woodward.
She saw before her a rather stately figure, and a face truly venerable, benignant and beautiful, though deficient in strength. She cast a devouring glance on him as she courtesied to him; and it instantly flashed across her, "But for you there would be no Robert Penfold." There was an unconscious tenderness in her voice as she spoke to him, for she had to open the interview. "Mr.
"What is it to me!" cried Nancy, firing up; "it is more to me, perhaps, than it is to you, for that matter." Penfold explained, timidly, "Sir, Mrs. Rouse is my landlady." "Which I have never been to church with any man yet of the name of Rouse, leastways, not in my waking hours," edged in the lady. "Miss Rouse, I should say," said Penfold, apologizing.
She had not read it straight through, but after glancing at the first few lines that told of the death of Herbert Penfold she had laid it aside, and it was a long time before she took it up again.
Yet all the time she was thinking of Harry and Lydia Penfold; trying to plan the winter, and what she was to do. It was dark, with a rising moon when she got back to Duddon. The butler, an old servant, was watching for her in the hall. She noticed disturbance in his manner. "There are two ladies, my lady, in the drawing-room." "Two ladies! Hurst!" The tone was reproachful.
Penfold, as easily lured by a new subject as a child by a new doll, fell into many speculations as to who the youth could have been, and where he was going. Lydia soon ceased to listen. But when the coverlet slipped away she did not fail to replace it tenderly over her mother's feet, and every now and then her fingers gave a caressing touch to the delicate hand of which Mrs. Penfold was so proud.
But at last she got him all to herself, and then she turned suddenly grave, and said: "Mr. Wardlaw, I want to ask you a question. It is something about Robert Penfold." Wardlaw shook his head. "That is a painful subject, my dear. But what do you wish to know about that unhappy young man?" "Can you tell me the name of the counsel who defended him at the trial?" "No, indeed, I cannot."
It's goin' to be awful hard on your grandma and grandfather and me and Labe, all us folks here at home, but I guess it's the thing you'd ought to do, the Penfold kind of thing." Albert smiled. "I'm glad you think so, Rachel," he said. "Well, I do, and if I'm goin' to tell the truth I might as well say I tried terrible hard to find some good reasons for thinkin' 'twan't.
Not being happy in his mind, he threw himself into commerce with feverish zeal, and very soon extended the operations of the house. One of his first acts of authority was to send for Michael Penfold into his room. Now poor old Michael, ever since his son's misfortune, as he called it, had crept to his desk like a culprit, expecting every day to be discharged.
This time the voice came from the other side of the door. "It is me, Miss Penfold Anna Sibthorpe." The door was unlocked and opened. "What is it, Anna?" "There is some one in the house, ma'am; I can hear them moving about down below, and I think I can hear men's voices." Miss Penfold came out and listened. "Yes, there is some one there," she said. "Go and call the butler and the others.
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