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Terry bent low and picked up from a crevice what looked like a piece of stone covered with clay. "Here, you see, is the end of the Colonel's candle. He probably dropped it when the man first sprang, and in the darkness he could not tell who or what had attacked him. In his frenzy to have a light he snatched out his match box Radnor's box and that too was dropped in the scuffle.
'She was well? the mother asked, and the grand basso pitched forth an affirmative. 'Dear sweet girl she is! Mrs. Blathenoy exclaimed to Colney. He bowed. 'Very sweet. And can let fly on you, like a haggis, for a scratch. She laughed, glad of an escape from the conversational formalities imposed on her by this Mrs. Victor Radnor's mighty manner. 'But what girl worth anything! . . .
Colney persuaded her to have him for companion. Mr. Peridon, who was to have driven with Nesta and mademoiselle, won admiration by proposing to stay for an hour and play some of Mrs. Radnor's favourite pieces. Nesta and Victor overbore Nataly's objections to the lover's generosity. So Mr. Peridon was left.
Put him out, and don't permit him to pass the door again to-night; otherwise, he will seek to annoy a lady who is here." Then, he turned calmly about, and, although his features were still pale, reëntered the dining-room as if nothing had happened. Duncan confidently believed that he had correctly estimated the cause of Radnor's quest for news.
Something had occurred, relating to Major Worrell: he withdrew Miss Radnor's name, acknowledged himself mistaken or amended his report of her, in some way, not quite intelligible. Dudley was accosted by Simeon Fenellan; subsequently by Dartrey.
I will ride into the village this morning and get it out of the bank in time to pay the men." "You took a hundred dollars," the Colonel repeated. "And did you take the securities also and the bag of coin?" He waved his hand toward the safe. Radnor's eye followed and his jaw dropped. "I didn't touch anything but the roll of bills in the cash drawer. What's missing?"
"I can only conjecture that it must have dropped from my pocket without my noticing it on my way out of the cave." The coroner observed that it was an unfortunate coincidence that he had dropped it in just that particular spot. This effectually stopped Radnor's testimony. Not another word could be elicited from him on the subject, and he was finally dismissed and Mrs. Mathers called to the stand.
Radnor's tone. She could account for it; not by the ordinary reading of the feminine in the feminine, but through a husband who professed to know secrets. She was young in years and experience, ten months wedded, disappointedly awakened, enlivened by the hour, kindled by a novel figure of man, fretful for a dash of imprudence. This Mrs.
It is true, that the whole country is changeing, decomposing! The colonel fished for Lady Carmine's view. And Lady Swanage too? Both of the distinguished ladies approved of Mr. Radnor's leading for a leading off. Women are pleased to see their favourite in the place of prominence as long as Fortune swims him unbuffeted, or one should say, unbattered, up the mounting wave.
The remarks of the comfortably cushioned and wheeled, though they be eulogistic to extravagance, are vapourish when we court them for nourishment; substantially, they are bones to the cynical. He heard enumerations of Mr. Radnor's riches, eclipsing his own past compute.
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