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He will torture that sweet child over there until she poisons him, or runs away." "Isn't he too clever for that? She has a million!" "He'll not realise it till it's all over. He's too selfish to see how I hate him!" Lord Windlehurst smiled indulgently at her. "Ah, you never hated any one not even the Duke." "I will not have you take away my character.
Sam stood for a moment in thought, then he returned to the inner office, and, picking up a time-table, began to look out trains to the village of Windlehurst in Hampshire, the nearest station to his aunt Adeline's charming old-world house, Windles. As I read over the last few chapters of this narrative, I see that I have been giving the reader rather too jumpy a time.
Suddenly, with an exclamation, she involuntarily laid a hand upon Windlehurst's arm. She was looking down the room straight before her to a group of people towards which other groups were now converging, attracted by one who seemed to be a centre of interest. Presently the eager onlookers drew aside, and Lord Windlehurst observed moving up the room a figure he had never seen before.
He told her briefly, adding: "I've watched the rise of Claridge Pasha. I've watched his cause grow, and now I shall see the man ah, but here comes our lass o' London!" The eyes of both brightened, and a whimsical pleasure came to the mask-like face of Lord Windlehurst. There was an eager and delighted look in Hylda's face also as she quickly came to them, her cavaliers following.
Hylda looked at her sharply, and Lord Windlehurst slyly, but the Duchess seemed oblivious of having said anything out of the way, and added: "It's a gift seeing all that can be said for a bad cause, and saying it, and so making the other side make their case so strong that the verdict has to be just." "Dear Duchess, it doesn't always work out that way," rejoined Windlehurst with a dry laugh.
It was only when the car, a genuine antique, had broken down three times in the first ten miles, that she directed the driver to take her instead to the "Blue Boar" in Windlehurst, where she arrived, tired but thankful to have reached it at all, at about eleven o'clock.
"He married from conviction, if ever a man did. Look at her beauty, look at her fortune, listen to her tongue. Don't you think conviction was easy?" Lord Windlehurst looked at Hylda approvingly. She has the real gift little information, but much knowledge, the primary gift of public life.
You had one, I suppose, for you've never had a fall." "My cause? You ask that? Behold the barren figtree! A lifetime in my country's service, and you who have driven me home from the House in your own brougham, and told me that you understood oh, Betty!" She laughed. "You'll say something funny as you're dying, Windlehurst." "Perhaps.
There before her, looking more sinister than ever, stood the lunatic Peters; and there was an ominous bulge in his right coat-pocket which betrayed the presence of the revolver. What Jno. Peters was, as a matter of fact, carrying in his right coat-pocket was a bag of mixed chocolates which he had purchased in Windlehurst. But Billie's eyes, though bright, had no X-ray quality.
The ex-official could hear little, but he had cultivated the habit of talking constantly and well. There were some voices, however, which he could hear more distinctly than others, and Lord Windlehurst's was one of them clear, well-modulated, and penetrating. Sipping brandy and water, Lord Windlehurst gave his latest quip.
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