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All I have to do is to say the word and they'll close you out. The Government will put a man in here who has sense enough to do as he is told." Mr. Driggs' faced showed more concern than he had exhibited before. There were certain bills he owed forgotten to be sure in normal times but now they came up blinking to the light, rudely disinterred by Mr. Steadman's hard words.
And now here, close to the Fell, was a face and figure which in every detail resembled that ancient stranger whom Hammond had described so graphically. It was very strange. Could this person be the same her lover had seen two months ago? And, if so, had he been living at Fellside all the time; or was he only an occasional visitor of Steadman's?
It must have been such a terrible check upon affection. 'And upon twaddle, said Lady Maulevrier. 'Well you told Mr. Hammond about Steadman's old uncle. What did he say? 'He thoroughly approved Steadman's conduct in forbidding me to go and see him, answered Mary.
Forgive me, Mary, if I doubt the word of one you love; but there are positions in life in which a man must judge for himself. Would Mr. Steadman's kinsman be lodged as that old man is lodged; would he talk as that old man talks; and last and greatest perplexity of all, would he possess a treasure of gold and jewels which must be worth many thousands?
Now they were free to go where they pleased to linger where they liked they belonged to each other, and were under no other dominion. The dogcart, James Steadman's dogcart, which he had rarely used during the last six months, was put in requisition and Lord Hartfield drove his wife about the country.
It isn't so many years, after all, since Steadman's poor old uncle went a little queer in his head; and Steadman, having such a quiet home here, and plenty of spare room, made bold to ask her ladyship if he might give the poor old man a home, where he would be in nobody's way. 'And the poor old man seems to have a very luxurious home, answered Lord Hartfield. 'Pray when and where did Mr.
A man was standing in the corridor, a small, shrunken figure, bent and old. 'It is Steadman's uncle, said Mary 'Do let me go and speak to him, poor, poor old man. 'The madman! exclaimed Hartfield. 'No, Mary; go to your room at once. I'll get him back to his own den. 'But he is not mad at any rate, he is quite harmless. Let me just say a few words to him. Surely I am safe with you.
'He is very old, and his mind has long been gone. Her ladyship is kind enough to allow me to give him a home in her house. He is quite harmless, and he is in nobody's way. 'Of course not, poor soul. He is only a burden to himself. He talks as if his life had been very weary. Has he been long in that sad state? 'Yes, a long time. Steadman's manner to Lady Mary was curt at the best of times.
After three days spent in searching Augusta, Gibbes wrote that it was impossible to find a vacant room for us, as the city was already crowded with refugees. A kind Providence must have destined that disappointment in order to save my life, if there is any reason for Colonel Steadman's fears.
Steadman's wife performed all household duties of cooking and cleaning in the south wing, where she and her husband took all their meals, and lived entirely apart from the other servants, an exclusiveness which was secretly resented by the establishment. 'Mr.
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