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She caught his arm, clasping it convulsively. "Is it a dreadful dream, or is it true?" she uttered, beginning to tremble. "Oh, Lionel, take care of me! Won't you take care of me?" "I will take care of you as long as I may," he whispered tenderly. "You will not let him force me away from you? You will not give up Verner's Pride? If you care for me, you will not."
These were constant, but there were also mutables Once a Week, Good Words for the Young, Blackwood's, and the Cornhill they used to be; years of back numbers Mrs Murchison had packed away in the attic, where Advena on rainy days came into the inheritance of them, and made an early acquaintance with fiction in Ready Money Mortiboy and Verner's Pride, while Lorne, flat on his stomach beside her, had glorious hours on The Back of the North Wind.
They left it and walked towards Verner's Pride, disputing vehemently; Roy made off the other way, and the last he saw of them, when they were nearly out of sight, was a final explosion, in which they parted. Fred set off to run towards Verner's Pride, and Rachel came flying back towards the pond.
Verner also took an interest in her; and nearly a year before this period, on Rachel's eighteenth birthday, she took her to Verner's Pride as her own attendant. A fascinating, lovable child had Rachel Frost ever been: she was a fascinating, lovable girl. Modest, affectionate, generous, everybody liked Rachel; she had not an enemy, so far as was known, in all Deerham.
Those lines were not so conspicuous when you last saw him. Twelve or fourteen months have elapsed since then. A portion of that time only had been spent at Verner's Pride. Mrs. Verner was restless; ever wishing to be on the wing; living but in gaiety. Her extravagance was something frightful, and Lionel did not know how to check it. There were no children; there had been no signs of any; and Mrs.
"But I thought you said Lionel had done had done something to forfeit it?" interrupted Dr. West, whom the words appeared to have taken by surprise. "To forfeit my esteem and good opinion. Those he can never enjoy again. But I doubt whether I have a right to deprive him of Verner's Pride. I begin to think I have not. I believe that the world generally will think I have not.
Lionel smiled at him. Jan was as simple and single-hearted in his way as Lucy Tempest was in hers. But Lionel must want money very grievously indeed, before he would have consented to take honest Jan's. "I have five hundred of my own, you know, Jan," he said. "More than I can use yet awhile." So he fixed upon the Bar, and would have hastened to London but for Lady Verner's illness.
A long, long line, slow and black; and spectators gathered on the side of the road, underneath the hedges, and in the upper windows at Deerham, to see it pass. The under windows were closed. A brave heir, a brave master of Verner's Pride! was the universal thought, as eyes were turned on Lionel, on his tall, noble form, his pale face stilled to calmness, his dark hair.
"I shall be aided by the police; our searching is nothing compared with what they can do. They go about it artistically, perfected by practice." "And if the result should be a failure?" "It will be a failure," spoke Lionel, in his firm conviction. "In which case I bid adieu to Verner's Pride." "And come home here; will you not, Lionel?" "For the present.
He never could have been meant to be your brother and my son!" Lucy laughed at the recollection. She had had the pleasure of beholding the spectacle. Lionel laughed now at the description. Their mirth did not please Lady Verner. She was serious in her complaint. "Lionel, you would not have liked it yourself. Fancy his turning out of Verner's Pride in that guise, and encountering visitors!
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