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"Whom I delivered from famine, or from worse; and who, in return, has given into my hands the evidence which proclaims in you the perjured friend of Harley L'Estrange, and the fraudulent seducer, under mock marriage forms worse than all franker sin of Leonora Avenel." "It is false! false!" exclaimed Egerton, all his stateliness and all his energy restored to him. "I forbid you to speak thus to me.
Go then, I say, at once to Harley; keep him away from Lansmere on any excuse you can invent, until you can break the sad news to him, gently, gently. Oh, how will he bear it; how recover the shock? My boy, my boy!" "Calm yourself! Explain! Break what news; recover what shock?" "True; you do not know, you have not heard. Nora Avenel lies yonder, in her father's house, dead, dead!"
Avenel was not yet returned from some fine lady's ball, he formed a sudden resolution of cutting Parliament, Fashion, and London altogether; withdrew his capital, now very large, from his business; bought the remaining estates of Squire Thornhill; and his chief object of ambition is in endeavouring to coax or bully out of their holdings all the small freeholders round, who had subdivided amongst them, into poles and furlongs, the fated inheritance of Randal Leslie.
"For the knave, yes, as I intimated to you in your own house, you who boast of your love to Nora Avenel, and know in your heart that you were her destroyer; you who witnessed her marriage, and yet dared to tell her that she was dishonoured!" "My Lord I how could you know I mean, how think that that " faltered Levy, aghast. "Nora Avenel has spoken from her grave," replied Harley, solemnly.
"Wait a bit, and we will both write!" said Richard, good-humouredly, "the moment the dijeune dansant is over!" It must be owned that this fete was no ordinary provincial ceremonial. Richard Avenel was a man to do a thing well when he set about it, "He soused the cabbage with a bounteous heart."
Disastrous passion, Fierce hate and rivalry, are in the aspect That lowers upon its fortunes." "And rivalry?" repeated Glendinning; "it is, then, as I feared! But shall that English silkworm presume to beard me in my father's house, and in the presence of Mary Avenel? Give me to meet him, spirit give me to do away the vain distinction of rank on which he refuses me the combat.
And Avenel being a townsman, and knowing their ways, could contrive to gain them, and yet not bribe." "Not bribe!" LEVY. "Pooh! Not bribe so as to be found out." There was a knock at the door. A servant entered and presented Mr. Egerton's compliments to Baron Levy, with a request that the baron would immediately come to his rooms for a few minutes.
Avenel, in an awfully stiff, clean, Calvinistical cap, and a gray dress, every fold of which bespoke respectability and staid repute, stood erect on the floor, and fixing on the parson a cold and cautious eye, said, "You do the like of us great honour, Mr. Dale; take a chair. You call upon business?" "Of which I apprised Mr. Avenel by letter." "My husband is very poorly."
M'Catchley had described with much eloquence the /Dejeunes dansants/ of her fashionable friends residing in the elegant suburbs of Wimbledon and Fulham. She declared that nothing was so agreeable. She had even said point-blank to Mr. Avenel, "Why don't you give a /Dejeune dansant/?" And, therewith, a /Dejeune dansant/ Mr. Avenel resolved to give. The day was fixed, and Mr.
"In the first place, I have met with a relation of of the Avenels." "Indeed! Whom, Richard Avenel?" "Richard Richard who is he? Oh, I remember, the wild lad who went off to America; but that was when I was a mere child." "That Richard Avenel is now a rich, thriving trader, and his marriage is in this newspaper, married to an Honourable Mrs. M'Catchley.
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