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Updated: June 9, 2025
In the realization of her love for Thomas Travis, Alice Westmore's heart died within her. In the years which followed, if suffering could make her a great singer, now indeed was she great. Slavery clings to cotton.
Westmore's intervention had betokened more than a passing impulse of compassion. Surely she would not accept without question the abandonment of her favourite scheme; and if she came back to put the question, the answer would lay bare the whole situation.... So Amherst's hopes had persuaded him; but the day before he had heard that she was to sail for Europe.
"May the Lord bless you and keep you," he said. "May the Lord make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you, and keep you true to Him and to each other unto your lives' end." Sitting by Mr. Westmore's side that evening, Stephen told the story he had recently related to Nellie. Parson John sat straight upright in his chair, and his eyes never once left Stephen's face.
The men surrounding Richard Westmore's table were the same who nearly three years earlier had gathered in his house for the same purpose: the discussion of conditions at the mills.
Westmore's look was like sunshine on his frozen senses, and because he was resolved, at any cost, to arrest her attention, to associate himself with her by the only means in his power. Well, he deserved to fail with such an end in view; and the futility of his scheme was matched by the vanity of his purpose.
In the smoking-room, after the ladies had gone upstairs, Amherst continued to acquit himself mechanically of his duties, against the incongruous back-ground of his predecessor's remarkable sporting-prints for it was characteristic of his relation to Lynbrook that his life there was carried on in the setting of foils and boxing-gloves, firearms and racing-trophies, which had expressed Dick Westmore's ideals.
Westmore's withdrawal, and the two ladies, after an exchange of goodnights, left the men to their cigars. Mr. Langhope was the first to speak. "Bessy's as hopelessly vague about business as I am, Tredegar. Why the deuce Westmore left her everything outright but he was only a heedless boy himself." "Yes. The way he allowed things to go, it's a wonder there was anything to leave.
Think of having a house of your own to come to, instead of having to put up at the Hanaford hotel!" Mrs. Westmore's attention was arrested by the first part of the reply. "Doing over? Why in the world should I do it over? No one could expect me to come here now could they, Mr. Tredegar?" she exclaimed, transferring her appeal to the fourth member of the party. Mr.
Westmore's own suggestion that I took her over the mills, and feeling as I do I should have thought it cowardly to shirk the chance of pointing out to her the conditions there." Mr. Tredegar mused, his eyes still bent on his gently-oscillating foot.
Well, perhaps he's an incurable optimist," he summed up, springing into the Hanaford car. By the time he reached Mrs. Westmore's door his wrath had subsided, and he felt that he had himself well in hand.
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