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"If, indeed, we could start to-night, and go south, or go out of France altogether. But I have not even money in the house for our journey." "And if you had, you have not strength for it. Would not it be well to consult Mr. Wynter? If we had any friend here who would make the arrangement for us, I don't see why we should not be able to go away without any fear of meeting this man."
Why not arrange another marriage for her, before this affair with Sir Hastings goes too far?" "There are two parties to a marriage," says the professor, his tone always very low. "Who is it to whom you propose to marry Miss Wynter?" Hardinge, getting up, moves abruptly to the window and back again. "You have known me a long time, Curzon," says he at last. "You you have been my friend.
The thumb-mark is upon page 469 of 'Poisons, Their Effects and Detection, by Alexander Wynter Blyth. "No sooner had I made sure of my discovery than I set out for No. 5 Oak Street, the address given by Rizzi. There was no such person there, nor had there been anyone of that name in the house during the three years of the present tenant's occupancy.
"She will come with me," says the professor, with cold decision. "A command!" says Sir Hastings, laughing lightly. "See what it is, Miss Wynter, to have a hard-hearted guardian." He shrugs his shoulders. Perpetua makes him a little bow, and follows the professor out of the conservatory.
Wynter was sitting on a lower gangway seat, for every space of sitting room in the chamber was occupied that night, and he had made this remark to one of the Opposition leaders on the front bench, craning over to call it into his ear. The leader of the Opposition heard Wynter's remark, looked round at the excited Radical, and, smiling, shook his head. The excitement faded from Wynter's face.
But Maurice had now got all he wanted. He just glanced at the precious paper, put it away safely, declined Mrs. Wynter's offers, and was out of the house and on his way back to Chester in a very short space of time. "What an odd thing!" Mrs. Wynter said as she settled herself comfortably in the easy-chair again. "Who was he, mamma? What did he want?"
And I must be her bridesmaid, because I am her nearest relation; and she can't have any friends in England, and I shall make her let me have a white dress with blue ribbons." Mrs. Wynter still reproved, but she smiled, too; and Tiny being a spoiled child, needed no greater encouragement. She stopped in her mother's room until she heard Mr.
He had been young Curzon's coach at one time, and finding the lad a kindred spirit, had opened out to him his own large store of knowledge, and steeped him in that great sea of which no man yet has drank enough for all begin, and leave it, athirst. Poor Wynter!
Miss Wynter puts that glance behind her, and perhaps there is something something a little dangerous in the soft, soft look she now turns upon him. "He thinks so, too, of course?" says she, ever so gently. Her tone is half a question, half an assertion. It is manifestly unfair, the whole thing. Hardinge, believing in her tone, her smile, falls into the trap.
Wynter felt it his business to inquire, and when he found these so satisfactory, he congratulated his cousin with great cordiality, and plainly expressed his opinion that delays in such a case were useless and objectionable.
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