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"'Tis he, by Heaven!" cried Jonathan; "this is lucky. Sir Rowland," he added, in a deep whisper, "do you agree to my terms?" "I do," answered Trenchard, in the same tone. "Enough!" rejoined Wild; "he shall not return." "Have you acquainted him with Lady Trafford's departure?" said the knight, addressing Charcam, with as much composure as he could assume.
Upon which, with an assurance that he would not do so, the attendant departed. "You can, of course, identify this picture as Lady Trafford's property?" pursued Jonathan, with a meaning glance, as he handed it to the knight. "I can," replied Trenchard. "Ha!" he exclaimed, with a sudden start, as his glance fell upon the portrait; "how came this into your possession, boy?"
His eyes swam; his feet shifted nervously with enjoyment; he glanced frequently at his gun in the corner of the hut; he had watched Trafford's face with some anxiety, and accepted the result of the tale with delight. Now his look was occupied with Pierre. Pierre was a pretty good authority in all matters concerning the prairies and the North.
"Well?" said Trafford, speaking neither with coldness nor yet with kindness. "I I I didn't mean what I said a few minutes ago, Uncle Richard," said Noll, chokingly; "there was not a word of truth in it, and I oughtn't to have said such a thing." A deep silence followed, broken at last by another "Well?" from Trafford's lips. "Will you forgive me, Uncle Richard?
Again Trafford's hand was laid upon the boy's head, this time to stroke his curly locks away from his eyes, where the wind had blown them. "Did he tell you aught of me?" he asked, presently. "No, only that if you ever found me, or I you, that I was to be your boy. Papa said you would care for me." "He believed in me still! He trusted me!" said Trafford.
Then when you came the other day, and showed me in the book that the last abbot of Marney was a Walter Gerard, the old feeling stirred again; and I could not help telling you that my fathers fought at Azincourt, though I was only the overlooker at Mr Trafford's mill." "A good old name of the good old faith," said the Religious; "and a blessing be on it." "We have cause to bless it," said Gerard.
A slow step came across the kitchen floor, and a voice said, "Bress us! who's dis?" Noll looked up at the wrinkled black face framed by a great yellow turban, and said, "I'm Noll Trafford. Didn't didn't Uncle Richard expect me?" Old Hagar threw up both hands crying, shrilly, "Bress de Lord! is dis Noll Trafford's boy?" and then stared blankly at him.
Papa," she said, addressing herself to Lord de Mowbray, "the inspector of Mr Trafford's works we are speaking of, that aristocratic-looking person that I observed to you, he is the father of the beautiful girl." "He seemed a very intelligent person," said Lord de Mowbray with many smiles. "Yes," said Mr Trafford; "he has great talents and great integrity.
It was generally whispered about that the Liberator at the head of the Hell-cats and all others who chose to accompany them was going to pay a visit to Mr Trafford's settlement, in order to avenge an insult which his envoys had experienced early in the morning when, accompanied by a rabble of two or three hundred persons, they had repaired to the Mowedale works in order to signify the commands of the Liberator that labour should stop, and if necessary to enforce those commands.
I went down stairs to breakfast. Miss Trafford and Lady Nelthorpe were in the room talking with great interest, and, on Miss Trafford's part, with still greater vehemence. "So handsome," said Lady Nelthorpe, as I approached. "Are you talking of me?" said I. "Oh, you vanity of vanities!" was the answer.
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