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'Ah, yes, you mentioned something of the kind; and your own impression, that Captain Lake, which I trust may turn out to be so, knows where Mr. Mark Wylder is at present staying. 'I much misdoubt, Sir, it won't turn out to be no good story for no one, said Mr. Larcom, in a low and sad tone, and with a long shake of his head. 'No good story hey? How do you mean, Larcom?
He grew more and more cruel to his mother, and mocked at every word she said to him; so that " There came a cry from the gallery. The congregation started in sudden terror to their feet. The rector stopped, and turning to the right, stood gazing. In the front of the squire's pew stood Mrs. Wylder, white, and speechless with rage. For a moment she stood shaking her fist at the preacher.
Mark Wylder had returned from Boulogne, for the power of attorney had been executed at Brighton. Who were the witnesses? One was Thomas Tupton, of the Travellers' Hotel, Brighton. This Thomas Tupton was something of a sporting celebrity, and a likely man enough to be of Mark's acquaintance.
'The fact is you must, my dear Mr. Wylder, make an effort. It won't do peddling and tinkering in such a case. You will be in a worse position than ever, unless you boldly raise a thousand pounds if I can manage such a transaction upon a security of the kind. Consolidate all your liabilities, and keep a sum in hand.
Those who have seen this admirable actor as Henry Jackson in The Return of the Prodigal, as Lord Charles Cantelupe in Waste, and Mr Wylder in Strife, must admit that changes of voice, of gesture and manner, and general expression of countenance are of greater value than tons of the cleverest make-up.
The general sense of honour, he would say, has been stimulated not a little by the story of the treachery of Jael. Nor was it any wonder he should succeed in interesting Mrs. Wylder, for she had a strong brain as well as a big heart. More than half her faults came of an indignant sense of wrong.
'Do you recollect, Radie, what I said that morning when I first called here, and saw you? 'Perhaps I do, but I don't know what you mean, answered she. 'I said, Mark Wylder 'Don't name him, she said, rising and approaching him swiftly. 'I said he should go abroad, and so he shall, said Lake, in a very low tone, with a grim oath. 'Why do you talk that way?
That morning Lake's first report upon his inquisition into the whereabouts of Mark Wylder altogether disappointing and barren reached Lord Chelford in a short letter; and a similar one, only shorter, found Lawyer Larkin in his pleasant breakfast parlour. Now this proceeding of Mr.
I don't know how it happened, but Wylder sat beside Miss Lake. I fancied he ought to have been differently placed, but Miss Brandon did not seem conscious of his absence, and it seemed to me that the handsome blonde would have been as well pleased if he had been anywhere but where he was. There was no look of liking, though some faint glimmerings both of annoyance and embarrassment in her face.
Mark Wylder's tax-cart to the Dollington station, where, notwithstanding your veil, and your caution, you were seen and recognised. The same occurred at Charteris. You accompanied Mr. Mark Wylder in his midnight flight to London, Miss Lake. Of your stay in London I say nothing.
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