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And first I'll tell you, upon my honour, what Rachel has been worrying me about. Dorcas sate beside him on the sofa, and he placed his slender arm affectionately round her waist. 'You must know, Dorkie, that before his sudden departure, Mark Wylder promised to lend William, his brother, a sum sufficient to relieve him of all his pressing debts. 'Debts!
This gave to his plans and dealings in relation to the vicar a character of irresolution and caprice foreign to his character, which was grim and decided enough when his data were clear, and his object in sight. William Wylder, meanwhile, was troubled, and his mind clouded by more sorrows than one.
The rector had often wished his wife could in some natural way get hold of Miss Wylder; he suspected something exceptionally fine in her: how else could she, with such a father and such a mother, have such a countenance? There must be a third factor in the affair, and one worth knowing namely herself! That she seemed to avoid being reckoned among church-goers might be a point in her favour!
Well, it was pretty French, I dare say a little set of tablets a toy the cover of enamel, studded in small jewels, with a slender border of symbolic flowers, and with a heart in the centre, a mosaic of little carbuncles, rubies, and other red and crimson stones, placed with a view to light and shade. 'Exquisite, indeed! said Lord Chelford. 'Is this yours, Mrs. Wylder?
In this livid hand, rising from the earth, there was a character both of menace and appeal; and on the finger, as I afterwards saw at the inquest, glimmered the talismanic legend 'Resurgam I will rise again! It was the corpse of Mark Wylder, which had lain buried here undiscovered for many months. A horrible odour loaded the air.
It is really, as I say, inexplicable, for Mr. Mark Wylder must thoroughly see all this: he is endowed with eminent talents for business, and must perfectly appreciate the embarrassment in which the mystery with which he surrounds the place of his abode must involve those whom he has appointed to conduct his business.
"Miss Wylder!" and again, "Miss Wylder!" A door opened and, to his delight, out peeped Barbara's dainty little head. She saw Richard, gave one glance in the opposite direction, and made him a sign to come to her. He did so. She was in her dressing-gown: it was not her candle he had followed, but its light had led him to her! "What is it!" she said hurriedly.
Wylder had picked it up, a hint delicate, but forcible enough to make him do what he had never done before keep an outlook on the letters that came for his daughter. When Richard's arrived, it did not look to him that of a gentleman. The writing was good, but precise; it was sealed with red wax, but the impression was sunk: a proper seal had not been used!
'Just for the sake of her estate it's the way of the world, of course, and all that but, is not it a little bit shabby, don't you think? Eh? Ha, ha, ha! 'I'll not debate with you, Wylder, on that stupid old question. It's the way of the world, as you say, and there's an end of it. 'They say she's such a beauty! Well, so I believe she is, but I can't fancy her. Now you must not be angry.
Won't you sit down no bad news? You look rather melancholy. Your other client is not ill nothing sad about Mark Wylder, I hope? 'No nothing sad, Captain Lake nothing but a good deal that is strange. 'Oh, is there? said Lake, in his soft tones, leaning forward in his easy chair, and looking on the shining points of his boots.
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