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But the lady is even more intimately connected with him. It happens that she is his wife." "His... his wife!" gasped the Duke, whilst Phelips chuckled, and Colonel Luttrell's face grew dark. Trenchard's wicked smile flickered upon his mobile features. "There are rumours current of court paid her by Sir Rowland, there.
He tore Trenchard's fine cambric shirt to shreds a matter on which Trenchard afterwards commented in quotations from at least three famous Elizabethan dramatists. He bound up her hand, just as Nick made his appearance at the splintered door, his mouth open, his pipe, gone out, between his fingers.
He smiled that strange, happy, confident mysterious smile that I had seen first on the Petrograd platform. Then he turned and walked slowly towards the house. What Nikitin had said about Trenchard's expectation of "romantic war" was perhaps true, in different degrees, of all of us.
For after all," he added under his breath, "there's little choice in rotten apples." Ruth waited for some answer from Wilding that might suggest he was indifferent whether he went to Newlington's or not; but he spoke no word as he turned to lead the way above-stairs to the indifferent parlour which with the adjoining bedroom constituted Mr. Trenchard's lodging and his own, for the time being.
The Duke laughed softly, with a flash of white teeth, and looked past Wilding at Trenchard. Some of the light faded out of his eyes. "They told me Mr. Trenchard..." he began, when Wilding, half turning to his friend, explained. "This is Mr. Nicholas Trenchard John Trenchard's cousin. "I bid you welcome, sir," said the Duke, very agreeably, "and I trust your cousin follows you."
Westmacott's disappointment threatens to overwhelm him," he snapped, very tartly, "I am his humble servant, and he may call upon me to see that he's not robbed of the exercise he came to take." Mr. Wilding set a restraining hand upon Trenchard's arm. Westmacott turned to him, the sneer, however, gone from his face. "I have no quarrel with you, sir," said he, with an uneasy assumption of dignity.
'There is a boy of Trenchard's, said a voice that I thought was Parmiter's, who lived at the bottom of the village 'there is a boy of Trenchard's that I mistrust; he is for ever wandering in the graveyard, and I have seen him a score of times sitting on this tomb and looking out to sea.
Walters, at gaze in the doorway, listened to the bitter tirade. Wilding, on the settle, sat silent a moment, his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands, his eyes set and grim as Trenchard's own. Then he mastered himself, and waved a hand towards the table where stood food and wine. "Eat and drink, Nick," he said, "and we'll discuss what's to be done."
He must, I think, have seen something helpless and unhappy in Trenchard's appearance on this evening. Sancho to our Don Quixote he was from that first moment. "Yes, he's an English gentleman," I said when he had listened for a moment to Trenchard's Russian. "Like yourself," said Nikolai. "Yes, Nikolai. You must look after him. He'll be strange here at first." That was all he said.
The children are gone home hours ago, though they waited ever so long for 'Pa. Have you been all this while at Mr. Trenchard's?" "I haven't been there at all." Agatha smiled. "Don't'ee laugh now don't'ee, Mrs. Harper."
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