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'Will not! And would have said more, but at that moment Jarvey entered behind him. 'Please, your honour, the man said, 'the lady would see my lord. 'Oh! Pomeroy answered coarsely, 'she is impatient, is she? Devil take her for me! And him too! And he sat sulkily in his place. But the interruption suited Mr. Thomasson perfectly.
That were a game to play indeed, Frederick Thomasson! It was, but it was hazardous; and the schemer rose and walked the floor, striving to discover a safer mode of founding his claim. He found none, however; and presently, with a wry face, he took out a letter which he had received on the eve of his departure from Oxford a letter from a dun, threatening process and arrest.
Thomasson in his thankfulness that at any cost he had eluded Mr. Dunborough's vengeance, Julia because at the moment she cared not what became of her. Naturally, however, Mr. Thomasson, whose satisfaction knew no drawback save that of their present condition, and who had to congratulate himself on a risk safely run, and a good friend gained, was the first to speak.
Pomeroy was offering three to one against his friend, when Lord Almeric danced in upon them. 'Give me joy! he cried breathless. 'D'you hear, Pom? She'll take me, and I have bussed her! March could not have done it quicker! She's mine, and the pool! She is mine! Give me joy! Mr. Thomasson lost not a minute in rising and shaking him by the hand.
And if in this case harm come of it and he spread out his hands and paused. 'As you know it will, Sir George cried impulsively. But Mr. Thomasson shrugged his shoulders. 'On the contrary, I know nothing, he answered. 'But if it does, Mr. Dunborough's position is such that hem! Well, we are men of the world, Sir George, and the girl might do worse.
All was dark; and save for the regular tick of the pendulum on the stairs, the house was still. Mr. Thomasson, wondering which way Julia's room lay, stood listening until a stair creaked; and then, retiring precipitately, locked his door. Lord Almeric, in the gloom of the green moreen curtains that draped his huge four-poster, had fallen into a drunken slumber.
You you frighten me. You you really should not. I only asked you if you knew whose work this was. 'I know! I know only too well! she cried passionately. 'God help me! God help all women! Mr. Thomasson wondered whether she referred to the future and her own fate.
Thomasson did not doubt that her ladyship was right. But he spoke with indifferent spirit. He had had a bad night, had lain anywhere, and dressed nowhere, and was chilly and unkempt. Apart from the awe in which he stood of her ladyship, he would have returned to Oxford by the first coach that morning. 'Dear me! Lady Dunborough announced presently. 'I declare he is leaving her!
Thomasson stuttered, 'it will be better, surely, for me to call some some of the servants. 'Afraid? Lady Dunborough cried, supremely contemptuous. 'Do you think I am afraid of my own son? And such a son! A poor puppet, she continued, purposely raising her voice as a step sounded outside, and Mr.
Beside it lay three or four narrow slips; he examined these, and found them to be extracts from a register. Apparently some one was trying to claim under the will; but Mr. Thomasson did not follow the steps or analyse the pedigree his mind was engrossed by perplexity on another point. His thoughts might have been summed up in the lines
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