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Updated: June 19, 2025
Some paltry debt?" said Varney, haughtily. "For forgery on the Bank of England!" Varney's hand plunged into his vest. The officer seized it in time, and wrested the blade from his grasp. Once arrested for an offence it was impossible to disprove, although the very smallest of which his conscience might charge him, Varney sank into the blackest despair.
Beck pulled his forelock, and retreated back, not in the direction of the principal staircase, but towards that used by the servants, and which his researches into the topography of the mansion had now made known to him. To gain these back stairs he had to pass Lucretia's room; the door stood ajar; Varney's face was turned from him.
But I will say nothing of myself only that if it might be otherwise, I would not willingly return THITHER; yet if it concern your safety " "We will think, Amy, of some other retreat," said Leicester; "and you shall go to one of my northern castles, under the personage it will be but needful, I trust, for a very few days of Varney's wife."
And now as she saw the look on Varney's face, and became aware of the odd and impressive silence in which he stood, like one called to officiate at some high ceremony, understanding incredibly dawned within her, and she was suddenly without speech or breath.
"Three hours. Why not go?" A white-clad steward noiselessly approached with her parasol. She took it and smiled at Varney's idle pleasantry. "Thank you, I have too many responsibilities this afternoon. First of all, we have a guest at home. Then I simply must go to Mrs. Thurston's to see about some sewing at five. Last obstacle of all my mamma! What would she think had happened?"
He greeted Mary at the foot of the stairs, cordially, and begged the privilege of escorting her to any destination it might be her fancy to name. But she stoutly declined his good offices, as she had Varney's a moment before, declaring that she could not think of troubling so busy and important a man. "But where did you spirit Mr. Hare off to, if I might ask?" she said.
Still, however, assured as Lord Leicester stood, by Varney's own intelligence, that his Countess laboured under an indisposition which formed an unanswerable apology to the Queen for her not appearing at Kenilworth, there was little danger, his wily retainer thought, that a man so ambitious would betray himself by giving way to any external weakness.
Jack turned the fellow's head about in a very scientific manner, so as to give him a fair dose of hydropathic treatment, and in a few minutes, never was human being more thoroughly saturated with moisture than was Sir Francis Varney's servant.
To his rage and his terror, he sees Beck painfully dismount from his horse, sees him totter to the door of the chaise, sees a servant leap from the box and help him up the step, sees him enter. It must be Percival on his return, Percival, to whom he tells that story of horror! Varney's brute-like courage forsook him; his heart was appalled.
Colonel Varney's army had been magnificently trained to meet just this kind of situation: some employed ridicule, others declared, in impassioned tones, that the good name of their state had been wantonly assailed, and pointed fervently to portraits on the walls of patriots of the past, sentiments that drew applause from the fickle gallery.
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