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Hazeldean what? you, too, condemn me, and unheard?" "Unheard! zounds, no! If you have anything to say, speak truth, and shame the devil." "I abet Frank's marriage! I sanction the post-obit! Oh!" cried Randal, clinging to a straw, "if Frank himself were but here!" Harley's compassion vanished before this sustained hypocrisy. "You wish for the presence of Frank Hazeldean? It is just."
Hazeldean what? you, too, condemn me, and unheard?" "Unheard! zounds, no! If you have anything to say, speak truth, and shame the devil." "I abet Frank's marriage! I sanction the post-obit! Oh!" cried Randal, clinging to a straw, "if Frank himself were but here!" Harley's compassion vanished before this sustained hypocrisy. "You wish for the presence of Frank Hazeldean? It is just."
"No; but I feel sure that the squire will be so choleric at the first intelligence, that Frank will not have the self-control necessary for coaxing; and, perhaps, before the squire can relent upon this point, he may, by some accident, learn his grievances on another, which would exasperate him still more." "Ay, I understand, the post-obit?" Randal nodded. "And what then?" asked Levy.
"Yes," cried Randal, giving way to a joy that rarely lighted up his close and secret countenance, "yes, he does not write from Hazeldean, not there when my letter arrived, in London, could not rest at the Hall, the place reminded him too much of Frank; went again to town, on the receipt of my first letter concerning the rupture of the marriage, to see after his son, and take up some money to pay off his post-obit.
More lenient to an imprudent love than the squire, she touched with discreet tenderness on Frank's rash engagements with a foreigner, but severely on his own open defiance of his father's wishes. Her anger was, however, reserved for that unholy post-obit. Here the hearty genial wife's love overcame the mother's affection.
His Grace was resolved to break his son's spirit by keeping him immured in the country. Other heirs apparent of a rich seignory would soon have removed these difficulties. By bill or by bond, by living usury, or by post-obit liquidation, by all the means that private friends or public offices could supply, the sinews of war would have been forthcoming.
Frank did not listen; he could only listen to his love, to his heart beating loud with hope and with fear. Levy sat down before the table, and drew up a long list of figures in a very neat hand, a list of figures on two accounts, which the post-obit on the Casino was destined to efface. After a lapse of time, which to Frank seemed interminable, the count re-appeared.
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