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Seeing Randal's card still unnoticed on the table, she handed it to the Captain. "Is Mr. Linley an old friend of yours?" he asked, as he took the card. Mrs. Presty hastened to answer in the affirmative for her daughter. It was plain that Randal had discreetly abstained from mentioning his true connection with them. Would he preserve the same silence if the Captain spoke of his visit to Mrs.
By the fifth day, Burley had really exhausted all that could well be said on his side of the question. Leonard, during these colloquies, had sat apart seemingly absorbed in reading, and secretly stung by Randal's disregard of his presence.
The squire stared aghast, and mechanically rubbed the shoulder which had been lacerated by Captain Dashinore's bullet. Randal's pale face grew yet more pale, and the eye he had fixed upon the count's hardy visage quailed and fell.
"Now, and here, my Lord?" said Randal, glancing round the room, as if deprecating the presence of so many witnesses. "Now, and here. Nor are those present so strange to your explanations as your question would imply. Mr. Hazeldean, it so happens that much of what I shall say to Mr. Leslie concerns your son." Randal's countenance fell. An uneasy tremor now seized him. "My son! Frank?
Linley's thoughts naturally turned to Randal's prolonged absence. "What can be keeping him all this time in London?" she said. Linley's failing patience suffered a severe trial. "Don't you know," he broke out, "that I have inherited my poor mother's property in England, saddled with a lawsuit?
It was, as we have seen, without taking counsel of the faithful Jemima that the sage recluse of Norwood had yielded to his own fears and Randal's subtle suggestions, in the concise and arbitrary letter which he had written to Violante; but at night, when churchyards give up the dead, and conjugal hearts the secrets hid by day from each other, the wise man informed his wife of the step he had taken.
Are you sure of that?" "Her father's servant has just come from Norwood." "Oh, I am to blame for this! It is my rash suit, her fear of it, her aversion! I see it all! "Randal's voice was hollow with remorse and despair. "To save her from Peschiera, her father insisted on her immediate marriage with myself. His orders were too abrupt, my own wooing too unwelcome.
I do not believe two more excellent people could be found than Gideon Randal and his wife. To lift the fallen and to minister to the destitute was their constant habit and delight. They often sacrificed their own comforts for the benefit of others. In vain their friends protested at this course; Gideon Randal's unfailing reply was:
He thought he had detected a new motive for Randal's interest, a motive to an Italian the most natural, the most laudable of all. "Find the house, Signore, write to the padrone. He shall come. I'll talk to him. I can manage him. Holy San Giacomo, bestir thyself now, 't is long since I troubled thee!" Jackeymo strode off through the fading trees, smiling and muttering as he went.
But I must add that he supposed Egerton to be still wealthier than himself, and sure to provide handsomely for Randal, whom Sir rather liked than not; and for Randal's own sake, Sir thought it would lower him in the estimation of Egerton himself, despite that gentleman's advocacy, if he did not follow the example of his avowed and notorious patron.
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