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If you will go to my room, I will hold you a hand at piquet." We rose to take leave of Miss Vernon, who had from time to time suppressed, apparently with difficulty, a strong temptation to break in upon Rashleigh's details. As we were about to leave the room, the smothered fire broke forth. "Mr.
Rashleigh's away, it canna be him, I trow." The turret-door to which he alluded opened to the garden at the bottom of a winding stair, leading down from Mr. Rashleigh's apartment. This, as I have already mentioned, was situated in a sequestered part of the house, communicating with the library by a private entrance, and by another intricate and dark vaulted passage with the rest of the house.
Before Rashleigh's departure, I had realised his real character, and wrote to Owen, my father's old clerk, to hint that he should keep a strict guard over my father's interests. I began to think it strange I had received no letter either from my father or Owen, though I had now been several weeks at Osbaldistone Hall where the mode of life was too uniform to admit of description.
Rashleigh's face exhibited none of these gradations, but changed almost instantaneously from the expression of one passion to that of the contrary. I can compare it to nothing but the sudden shifting of a scene in the theatre, where, at the whistle of the prompter, a cavern disappears, and a grove arises. My attention was strongly arrested by this peculiarity on the present occasion.
Having read this, Diana left me for a moment, and returned with a sheet of paper folded like a letter, but without any address. "If I understand you rightly," she said, "the funds in Rashleigh's possession must be recovered by a certain day.
At these words she broke suddenly off, and said, but in a suppressed tone of voice, "Leave me instantly we will meet here again, but it must be for the last time." My eyes followed the direction of hers as she spoke, and I thought I saw the tapestry shake, which covered the door of the secret passage from Rashleigh's room to the library.
I assure you there has been some pains taken in my education, although I can neither sew a tucker, nor work cross-stitch, nor make a pudding, nor as the vicar's fat wife, with as much truth as elegance, good-will, and politeness, was pleased to say in my behalf do any other useful thing in the varsal world." "And was this selection of studies Rashleigh's choice, or your own, Miss Vernon?" I asked.
I assure you there has been some pains taken in my education, although I can neither sew a tucker, nor work cross-stitch, nor make a pudding, nor as the vicar's fat wife, with as much truth as elegance, good-will, and politeness, was pleased to say in my behalf do any other useful thing in the varsal world." "And was this selection of studies Rashleigh's choice, or your own, Miss Vernon?" I asked.
The priests, who in succession had acted as chaplains at the Hall, were, for many years, the only persons who entered its precincts, until Rashleigh's thirst for reading had led him to disturb the venerable spiders, who had muffled the fronts of the presses with their tapestry.
After shaking hands with me, he left us to help couple up the hounds, and Miss Vernon rode with me to Osbaldistone Hall, giving me, on the way, a description of its inmates, of whom, she said, the only conversible beings beside herself were the old priest and Rashleigh Sir Hildebrand's youngest son. II. Rashleigh's Villainy
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