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"No relation to Lord Yalding," said Mabel hastily " housekeeper's niece." She was holding on to his hand all the way. At the servants entrance she put up her face to be kissed, and went in. "Poor little thing!" said the bailiff, as they went down the drive towards the gate. He went with Gerald to the door of the school. "Look here," said Gerald at parting. "I know what you're going to do.
"Jefferson D. Conway made his little pile by strict attention to business, and keeping his eyes skinned," he added. "Thank you for all your kindness." "Suppose you'd done it, and he'd shot you!" said Jimmy cheerfully. "That would have been an adventure, wouldn't it?" "I'm going to do it still," said Mabel, pale and defiant. "Let's find Lord Yalding and get the ring back."
It seemed almost certain that the castle would be let for a millionairish rent and Lord Yalding be made affluent to the point of marriage. "If there were a ghost located in this ancestral pile, I'd close with the Earl of Yalding today, now, on the nail," Mr. Jefferson D. Conway went on. "If you were to stay till tomorrow, and sleep in this room, I expect you'd see the ghost," said Mabel.
I wasn't a bit frightened, were you?" "No," said Jimmy, "of course I wasn't. "We've done the trick," said Gerald later when they learned that the American had breakfasted early with Lord Yalding and taken the first train to London; "he's gone to get rid of his other house, and take this one. The old ring's beginning to do really useful things."
This is a fine property a very fine property. If it were for sale ," "It isn't, it can't be," Mabel hastened to explain. "The lawyers have put it in a tale, so Lord Yalding can't sell it. But you could take it to live in, and pay Lord Yalding a good millionairish rent, and then he could marry the French governess " "Shish!" said Kathleen and Mr.
Then, not from the garden but from very far away, came the stone gods of Egypt and Assyria bull-bodied, bird-winged, hawk-headed, cat-headed, all in stone, and all alive and alert; strange, grotesque figures from the towers of cathedrals figures of angels with folded wings, figures of beasts with wings wide spread; sphinxes; uncouth idols from Southern palm-fringed islands; and, last of all, the beautiful marble shapes of the gods and goddesses who had held their festival on the lake-island, and bidden Lord Yalding and the children to this meeting.
But it is certain that Lord Yalding married the French governess and that a plain gold ring was used in the ceremony, and this, if you come to think of it, could be no other than the magic ring, turned, by that last wish, into a charm to keep him and his wife together for ever.
"Our young hero, as he said later, "coughed with infinite tact to show that he was there," but Lord Yalding did not seem to notice. He walked in a blind sort of way to the hat-stand, fumbled clumsily with the umbrellas and macintoshes, found his straw hat and looked at it gloomily, crammed it on his head and went out, banging the door behind him in the most reckless way.
"It's much safer to walk hand in hand," said Lord Yalding; "with these children at large one never knows what may happen next." It would be interesting, no doubt, to describe the feelings of Lord Yalding as he followed Mabel and Jimmy through his ancestral halls, but I have no means of knowing at all what he felt.
"Now you've had your joke, if you call it a joke, and I've had enough of the whole silly business. Give me the ring it's mine, I suppose, since you say you found it somewhere here and don't let's hear another word about all this rubbish of magic and enchantment." "Gerald's got the ring," said Mabel miserably. "Then go and fetch him," said Lord Yalding "both of you."
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