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"Letters, too, from his wife." My lady was silent for some few moments, looking thoughtfully at the fire. "Have you ever seen any of the letters written by the late Mrs. Talboys?" she asked presently. "Never. Poor soul! her letters are not likely to throw much light upon my friend's fate. I dare say she wrote the usual womanly scrawl.
They said he bet that he'd drink a hundred pints of beer in a hundred hours: but I don't think he could do it not strong beer; don't think any man could. The beer here isn't worth a " "My dear Talboys," says Leader, with a winning smile, "I suppose Lady Kicklebury is not a judge of beer and what an unromantic subject of conversation here, under the castled crag immortalized by Byron."
Talboys, and saw through his sneers, bit her lip and colored, but kept silence. But Mr. Talboys, unwarned by her flashing eye, proceeded with his ironical interrogatory, and then it was that Eve, reflecting that both these gentlemen had done their worst against David, and that henceforth the battlefield could never again be Font Abbey, decided for revenge.
Robert sent his portmanteau to the station, paid his bill, and walked up and down the stone terrace fronting the sea, waiting for the starting of the train. "I have traced the histories of Lucy Graham and Helen Talboys to a vanishing point," he thought; "my next business is to discover the history of the woman who lies buried in Ventnor churchyard."
Harcourt Talboys would have sent poor George from his presence between the reversed fasces of the lictors, and grimly relished his own agony. Heaven only knows how bitterly this hard man may have felt the separation between himself and his only son, or how much the more terrible the anguish might have been made by that unflinching self-conceit which concealed the torture.
No, I'll belay, and let my betters get a word in now." "You are more merciful than most story-tellers, sir," said Talboys. Eve tossed her head and looked at Lucy, who with a word could have the story go on again. That young lady's face expressed general complacency, politeness, and tout m'est egal. Eve could have beat her for not taking David's part. "Doubleface!" thought she.
He went to Southampton, saw Captain Maldon, who told him that George Talboys had arrived the morning before at one o'clock to have a look at his boy before sailing for Australia. On inquiry at Liverpool, this proved to be false.
Oh, he had been giving his sister a ride on a donkey, and they had met with an accident. Mr. Talboys was in a humor for revenge, so he pulled up, and in a somewhat bantering voice inquired where was the steed. "Oh, he is in port by now," said David. "Do you usually ease the animal of that part of his burden, sir?" "No," said David, sullenly. Eve, who hated Mr.
Harcourt Talboys expressly declared that he had washed his hands of all responsibility in his son George's affairs upon the young man's wedding-day; and that his absurd disappearance was only in character with his preposterous marriage.
This is a very small fact, of course, Lady Audley, but it is enough to prove that any person residing in Essex in the July of the year fifty-seven, was likely to become aware of George Talboys' return from Australia. Do you follow me?" "Not very clearly," said my lady. "What have the Essex papers to do with the death of Mrs. Talboys?" "We will come to that by-and-by, Lady Audley.
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