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Of course, there was your brother here to play propriety, she said. And by the oddest misfortune in the world," Lord Rokesle sighed, "I forgot to tell her that Harry Heleigh had left Usk a half-hour earlier. My memory is lamentably treacherous." But Lady Allonby had dropped all affectation. "You coward! You planned this!" "Candidly, yes. Nangle is my agent as well as Harry's, you may remember.
She waved her hand toward the chimney-piece, where hung and hangs to-day, the sword of Aluric Floyer, the founder of the house of Rokesle. "Do you see that old sword, Mr. Orts? The man who wielded it long ago was a gallant gentleman and a stalwart captain.
That rascal Punshon made some difficulty over admitting me; you might have taken him for a sentinel, with Stornoway in a state of siege. He ruffled me, and I don't like it," Simon Orts said, reflectively, looking down upon her. "No, I don't like it. Where's your brother?" he demanded on a sudden. "Harry and Lord Rokesle are at cards, I believe. And Mrs.
LORD ROKESLE, a loose-living, Impoverished nobleman, and loves Lady Allonby. SIMON ORTS, Vicar of Heriz Magna, a debauched fellow, and Rokesle's creature. PUNSHON, servant to Rokesle. LADY ALLONBY, a pleasure-loving, luxurious woman, a widow, and rich. The Mancini Chamber at Stornoway Crag, on Usk. PROEM: The Age and a Product of It
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