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"No, don't; we don't want any strangers. What do people come after dinner for?" Mrs. Wynter paid no attention to her daughters, but having made up her mind to it, walked composedly out of the room, and into the one where Maurice waited. She came in, a fair motherly woman, in satin and lace, with a certain soft comfortableness about her aspect which seemed an odd contrast to his impatience.
"Cut off the exaggeration, and it is provoking enough. Is it in Chester this gentleman lives?" "No, three or four miles away, I fancy. I shall have to inquire when I get there." "And after you find him what will you do?" "If I get their address, I shall go straight from Mr. Wynter to them, wherever they are." "At St. Petersburg, perhaps, or Constantinople?" "Don't, Louisa, please.
If it had been a boy! even that would have been bad enough but a girl! And, of course I know Wynter he has died without a penny. He was bound to do that, as he always lived without one. Poor old Wynter!" as if a little ashamed of himself. "I don't see how I can afford to put her out to nurse." He pulls himself up with a start. "To nurse! a girl of seventeen!
"I don't like Mary's state of health at present," he said to his wife; "and, if I am not mistaken, she thinks even worse of it than I do; but still, rest of mind and body may do a great deal; and now she is really a widow, and quite safe from any further annoyances, I dare say she will come round." "And her daughter?" asked Mrs. Wynter rather anxiously.
The guns fired case shot at twenty yards' range at these fierce pioneers, smashing the walls to pieces and killing many. The enemy replied with bullets, burning bhoosa and showers of stones. So the hours dragged away. The general and Captain Birch were both wounded, early in the night. Lieutenant Wynter, while behaving with distinguished gallantry, was shot through both legs at about 11.30.
Curzon, holding the letter in his hand, and bringing back to his memory the handsome face and devil-may-care expression of his tutor, remembers how the joke had widened, and reached its height when, at forty years of age, old Wynter had flung up his classes, leaving them all planté la as it were, and declared his intention of starting life anew and making a pile for himself in some new world.
Only there was a difference; she was awake now, and hopeful, naturally pleased with all that was new and curious, and only kept from thorough light-heartedness by her mother's feeble and fatigued condition. Mrs. Costello seemed to grow stronger from the moment of their landing. Mr. Wynter decided without any hesitation that they should remain at Havre, at least until the next day.
I deliberately chose my own way in life, and I want nothing more than I have. You think, then, that last night Miss Wynter gave you encouragement?" "Oh! hardly that. And yet she certainly seemed to like that is not to dislike my being with her; and once well," confusedly "that was nothing." "It must have been something." "No, really; and I shouldn't have mentioned it either not for a moment."
Here again Jimmy Wynter behaved like a demon with his rifle and bayonet, and in five minutes' time we were in complete possession of two lines of trenches along a front of two hundred yards. I do not even mention the number of Germans that Allan swore his master had disposed of, but the name of Wynter will long be a by-word in the regiment.
Well! it had not been such a joke after all, if they had only known. Wynter had made that mythical "pile," and had left his daughter an heiress! Not only an heiress, but a gift to Miss Jane Majendie, of somewhere in Bloomsbury. The professor's disturbed face grows calm again. It even occurs to him that he has not eaten his breakfast. He so often remembers this, that it does not trouble him.
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