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There may have run in Tynn's mind some vague fear of violence, should his master and Frederick Massingbird come in contact. How did Lionel pass it? Wakeful and watchful as Tynn. He went to bed; but sleep, for him, there was none. His wife, by his side, slept all through the night.
Lionel to succeed, is certain," interposed Tynn, the butler. "Nearly the last word he said to me, before the breath went out of his body, was an injunction to serve Mr. Lionel faithfully at Verner's Pride, as I had served him. There can be no difficulty in Mr. Lionel's succeeding, when my master's intentions were made so plain." "Be quiet, Tynn," said Lionel.
"I was going round to the other entrance, sir, to ask to speak to you," she said. "Something very strange has happened." "Come in," answered Lionel. "Will you speak here, or go indoors? What is it?" Too excitedly eager to wait to go indoors, or to care for the presence of Lucy Tempest, Mrs. Tynn told her tale, and handed the paper to Lionel.
Tynn declared, to as many people as she dared, that she prayed every night on her bended knees for Mr. Massingbird's departure, before the furniture should be quite ruined, or they burned in their beds. Mr. Massingbird was not going alone. Luke Roy was returning with him.
"I am content to let Heaven judge me, and the motives that actuate me; a judgment more merciful than man's." Deborah West, in her conscientious, but severe rectitude, turned to the hall door and departed, her hands uplifted still. Lionel ordered Tynn to attend Miss West home. He then procured some water for his wife and carried it in, as he had previously carried in the wine. A fruitless service.
Tynn could have testified that she had been present in the room and never left it during each of the doctor's professional visits, subsequent to the drawing out of the codicil. As for Mrs. Verner, she had not been out of her bed. Mr. Verner, at the last, had gone off suddenly, without pain, and there had been no time to call his wife. Mrs.
"Jan, how came Nancy to go off with the Mormons? Tynn says she packed up her things in secret, and started." "How came the rest to go?" was Jan's answer. "She caught the fever too, I suppose." "What Nancy are you talking of?" demanded Lionel. "Not Nancy from here!" "Oh, Lionel, yes! I forgot to tell you," said Sibylla. "She is gone indeed. Mrs. Tynn is so indignant.
Tynn went off another. In the breakfast-room below, in her charming French morning costume, tasty and elegant, sat Sibylla Verner. With French dresses, she seemed to be acquiring French habits. Late as the hour was, the breakfast remained on the table. Sibylla might have sent the things away an hour ago; but she kept a little chocolate in her cup, and toyed with it.
But the words had scarcely escaped his lips, when the housekeeper, Mrs. Tynn, entered the room. She had a mottled face and mottled arms, her sleeves just now being turned up to the elbow. "It was nothing particular, Mr. Frederick," replied Rachel. "Roy is gone, is he not?" he continued to Rachel. "Yes, sir." "Rachel," interposed the housekeeper, "are those things not ready yet, in the laundry?"
Bitterworth's recent dangerous attack, of other trifling topics patent at the moment to Deerham. Tynn chatted in his turn, never losing his respect of words and manner; a servant worth anything never does. Thus they progressed towards the village, utterly unconscious that a pair of eager eyes were following, and an evil tongue was casting anathemas towards them.
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