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She will still love you, and if there is to be hope it will burn in HER breast, too. M'sieur " Something like a sob broke through Thornton's lips as he moved back through the darkness. "And you I will find you again?" "They will know where I go from Oxford House. I will leave word with HER," said Jan. "Good-by," said Thornton huskily.
She said as much to Mollie, when the carriage had passed by, and the four young people were strolling together in easy country fashion along the road. "Did you notice, Mollie? Those must be Mr and Mrs Blount, who live at the Moat. I should know them anywhere from Mrs Thornton's description. I wonder whether they will call, and if Lady Margot Blount will come with them?
Bell's kindly sophistry that nearly all men were guilty of equivocal actions, and that the motive ennobled the evil, had never had much real weight with her. Her own first thought of how, if she had known all, she might have fearlessly told the truth, seemed low and poor. Nay, even now, her anxiety to have her character for truth partially excused in Mr. Thornton's eyes, as Mr.
Murder will out, you know!" "Of course," Doris agreed, wearily; "we all understand that." "Do you think the children will?" Thornton's eyes were gloomy and grave. "How about the hour when they know?" Doris felt the pain in her heart that this possibility always awakened. She raised her glance to the one full of hate and said quietly: "Who can tell?" There was a dull pause.
Thornton's voice, making enquiry at the door. Dixon was rather cavalierly dismissing him; for with the appearance of Mrs. These visions, which she had been dwelling on with complacency in her conversation with Mrs. Thornton, she was as curt as she durst be in telling him that he could see none of the inmates of the house that night.
He gazed a moment longer at the group Mrs. Thornton's hand was on her husband's shoulder now then his eyes roved over the frenzied scenes still being enacted everywhere upon the lawn. "I wonder?" he muttered. The frown on his forehead cleared suddenly. "Of course!" said he to Pale Face Harry. "It's a cinch it's as good as done!" Pale Face Harry stared at him queerly.
Meanwhile, Glanville had sunk on the sofa, exhausted, less by his late effort than the convulsive passion which had produced it. He rose in a few moments, and said to Thornton, "Pardon my violence; let this pay your bruises;" and he placed a long and apparently well filled purse in Thornton's hand.
"It cert'n'y is fine," said Ben; "I wish I had one like it." He looked at the whip longingly as Colonel Thornton drove away. "'Pears ter me Ben gittin' mighty blooded," said one of the bystanders, "drivin' a hoss an' buggy, an' wantin' a whip like Colonel Thornton's." "What 's de reason I can't hab a hoss an' buggy an' a whip like Kunnel Tho'nton's, ef I pay fer 'em?" asked Ben.
The bartender's hand dropped swiftly out of sight under his bar. Thornton's back was turned square upon him. And yet, as though he had seen the gesture and it had been full of significance to him, he whirled with a movement even quicker than Blackie's had been, and standing loosely, his hands at his side, looked coolly into the bright black eyes. For a moment no man moved.
Jane paused in her bathing, to reply to Miss Thornton's question. 'She'd have been safe enough, miss, if she'd stayed in the drawing-room, or come up to us; we were in the front garret, and could see it all, out of harm's way. 'Where was she, then? said Fanny, drawing nearer by slow degrees, as she became accustomed to the sight of Margaret's pale face.
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