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Her face in the moonlight, her voice in the great words of her promise "all that a woman can!" that wretched evening in the House of Commons when he had finally deserted her a certain passage with Alicia, in the Tallyn woods these images quivered, as it were, through nerve and vein, disabling and silencing him.
She waved to her own coachman to be off, and stood awaiting Diana. "How do you do, Miss Mallory? Are you invited? I'm not." Diana descended, and they shook hands. They had not met since the evening at Tallyn when Diana, in her fresh beauty, had been the gleaming princess, and Lady Niton the friendly godmother, of so promising a fairy tale.
"I suppose he gossiped about the election?" "Yes. He has all sorts of stories about the mines and the Tallyn estates," said Muriel, unwillingly. Diana's look flashed. "Do you believe he has any power of collecting evidence fairly? I don't. He sees what he wants to see." Mrs. Colwood agreed; but did not feel called upon to confirm Diana's view by illustrations. She kept Mr.
An old road-mender kept her listening while he told her how a Tallyn keeper had peppered him in the eye, ten years before, as he was crossing Barrow Common at dusk. One eye had been taken out, and the other was almost useless; there he sat, blind, and cheerfully telling the tale "Muster Marsham Muster Henry Marsham had been verra kind ten shillin' a week, and an odd job now and then.
The appearance and the accent, however, of the cousin had struck him with surprise; nor was it till he was nearing Tallyn that he succeeded in shaking off the impression. Absurd! Everybody has some relations that require to be masked like the stables, or the back door in a skilful arrangement of life.
Northward and eastward spread the plain; and on the low hill in front her eyes discerned the pale patch of Tallyn, flanked by the darkness of the woods. And in that dim front, a light surely a light? in an upper window. She sank down in a hollow of the chalk, her eyes upon the house, murmuring and weeping.
"She don't like it particularly when he comes to stay with Sir James Chide and not at Tallyn. Such a thing has never happened before." "Poor old Ferrier!" said Bobbie, with a shrug of the shoulders. Lady Niton drew herself up fiercely. "Don't pity your betters, sir! It's disrespectful." Bobbie smiled. "You know the Ministry's resigned?" "About time! What have they been hanging on for so long?"
She had taken no part in the second, although she had been staying at Tallyn all through it, and was present when Oliver was brought in, half fainting and agonized with pain, after the Hartingfield riot.
Diana treated him with great self-possession, asking after Mr. Ferrier, who had just returned to Tallyn for the last fortnight before the opening of Parliament, and betraying to the Roughsedges that she was already on intimate terms with Lady Lucy, who was lending her patterns for her embroidery, driving over once or twice a week, and advising her about various household affairs. Mrs.
Almost every day Ferrier wrote to Tallyn, and twice a week at least, as the letters were delivered at table d'hôte, Diana could not help seeing the long pointed writing on the thin black-edged paper which had once been for her the signal of doom. She hardly suspected, indeed, how often she herself made the subject of the man's letters.
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