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He should have had sufficient faith in her promised word; and if he only knew the torture of doubt and anxiety she was suffering on his behalf She did not pursue these speculations farther, but it was well with Mr. Roscorla that she did not at that moment sit down and answer his letter. "Mother," said Wenna that night, "what vexed you so this morning? Who was the woman who went by?"
Trelyon from home." Mr. Roscorla seemed startled. "Oh!" said he. "Did they did they ask for me?" "Yes, I believe they did," Wenna said. "Then you told them," said Mr. Roscorla with a pleasant smile "you told them, of course, why you were the best person in the world to give them information about me?" "Oh dear, no!" said Wenna, blushing hotly: "they spoke to Jennifer." Mr.
"Neat, aren't they?" said he with a senile grin, showing Mr. Roscorla the tips of a pair of pink satin slippers. "Yes," said Mr. Roscorla: "I suppose they're for your daughter." They went up to the card-room. "I expect you'll teach us a lesson, Roscorla," said the old general. "Gad! some of you West Indian fellows know the difference between a ten and an ace."
A good old Cornish name as good as yours, Roscorla. So they're called Rosewarne? Gad! if her ladyship wants to appoint a successor, I'm willing to let her choice fall on one of those two girls." Her ladyship, a dark and silent old woman of eighty, did not like, in the first place, to be called her ladyship, and did not relish, either, having her death talked of as a joke.
Gad, sir! he knows no more about those commercial fellows than the man in the moon; and they'll ruin him mark my words, they'll ruin him." Roscorla was quite pleased to be advised. It made him feel young and ingenuous. After all, the disparity in years between him and his late companions was most obvious.
Roscorla a good deal more than any tempest of passion into which she might have worked herself. "Is that all?" said he. "You have not startled me with any revelations." "I was going to say," continued Mabyn, "that a gentleman who has really a regard for a girl would not insist on her keeping a promise which only rendered her unhappy. I don't see what you are to gain by it.
He was clearly not at all down-hearted about his rejection: on the contrary, he went and told his cousin Juliott that the little affair of the morning had been quite satisfactorily arranged, that Miss Wenna and he were very good friends again, and that it was quite a mistake to imagine that she was already married to Mr. Roscorla.
The very accident that Trelyon had been anticipating had occurred: here was Mr. Roscorla, bewildered at first, and then blind with rage when he saw what was happening before his eyes. In his desperation and anger he was about to lay hold of Mabyn by the arm when he was sent staggering backward half a dozen yards. "Don't interfere with me now, or by God I will kill you!"
Now, however, since you appear to attach importance to these idle rumors, I have asked Mr. Trelyon " So the letter went on. She would not have written so calmly if she had foreseen the passion which her ingenuous story about the dredging-machine was destined to arouse. When Mr. Roscorla read that simple narrative, he first stared with astonishment as though she were making some foolish joke.
The other players were much better qualified to run such risks than Mr. Roscorla, but none played half so wildly as he. His I.O.U.'s went freely about. At one point in the evening the floating paper bearing the signature of Mr. Roscorla represented a sum of about three hundred pounds, and yet his losses did not weigh heavily on him.
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