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"I like partridge pie," said Master Cheese, as he seated himself before it, his mouth watering. "I have not tasted one this season. Do you happen to have a drop of bottled ale, Tynn?" "I'll fetch a bottle," answered Tynn. "Is there anything else you'd like, sir?" "What else is there?" asked Master Cheese. "Anything in the sweets line?" "There's about a hundred baked plum puddings.
Lionel knew his mother's handwriting too well to require the addition. It was just the note that he might have expected her to write. What was he to do? In the midst of his ruminations, Sibylla rose. "I am warm now," she said. "I should like to go upstairs and take this heavy shawl off." Lionel rang the bell for Mrs. Tynn. And Sibylla left the room with her.
And I choose to have fresh, I do." "Well, you had better give your own orders about it," said Mary Tynn. "And then, if there's any mistake, it'll be nobody's fault, you know." Mademoiselle Benoite did not on the instant reply. She had her hands full just then. In reaching over for a particular bonnet, she managed to turn a dozen or two on to the floor.
Tynn over that deep, open drawer full of shirts. She calls it "Master's shirt-drawer." Have the shirts scared away her senses? She has sat herself down on the floor almost fallen back as it seems in some shock of alarm, and her mottled face has turned as white as her master's was, when she last saw him lying on that bed at her elbow.
Lionel, I'd freely have laid my life upon it." "It was not exactly my place to speak, sir: to give my opinion beforehand," interposed Tynn; "but I was sure that was not the lost codicil, by the very look of it. The codicil might have been about that size, and it had a big seal like that; but it was different in appearance."
But I have not lived to these years to believe in ghosts at last." "Then, what do you think of the parson, Mr. Tynn?" continued Roy, in a strangely significant tone. "And Broom he have got his senses about him? How d'ye account for their believing it?" "I have not heard them say that they do believe it," responded Tynn, with a knowing nod.
Now, he would rely upon the information given by Captain Cannonby; the next moment he was feeling that the combined testimony of so many eye-witnesses must be believed, and that it could be no other than Frederick Massingbird. Tynn had been with the man face to face only the previous night; Roy had distinctly asserted that he was back, in life, from Australia.
You do it again, Jan, and I shall order Tynn to shut the doors to you of Verner's Pride." Jan received the lecture with the utmost equanimity, with imperturbable good nature. Lionel wound his arms about his wife, gravely and gently; whatever may have been the pain caused by her words, he suppressed it.
Massingbird, sir." leaped within him fast and furiously. His pulses throbbed, his blood coursed on, and his face went hot and cold with emotion. Had he been fondly persuading himself, during the past months, that she was forgotten? Truly the present moment rudely undeceived him. Tynn shut the door, leaving them alone. Lionel was not so agitated as to forget the courtesies of life.
But what made Tynn stand transfixed, as if he had been changed into a statue? What brought a cold chill to his heart, a heat to his brow? Why, as the man passed him, he turned his face full on Tynn; disclosing the features, the white, whiskerless cheek, with the black mark upon it, of Frederick Massingbird. Recovering himself as best he could, Tynn walked on, and gained the house. Mrs.
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