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Updated: June 29, 2025
Penelope, who could not afford to play for stakes, and had the courage to say so, sat back and listened to the conversation of her brother and the group around him. The duke was holding forth on the superiority of the Chinese over the Japanese as servants and Bazelhurst was loudly defending the Japanese navy. "Hang it all, Barminster, the Japs could eat 'em up," he proclaimed.
Without another word or so much as a glance at Lady Bazelhurst, Penelope Drake went swiftly from the room. The big hall clock struck the half-hour after eleven. Some one a woman was laughing in the billiard-room below; the click of the balls came to her ears like the snapping of angry teeth. She did not hesitate; it was not in her nature.
Randolph Shaw advanced with a threatening scowl. "Ha, ha!" laughed his lordship shrilly; "I dare you!" He turned his horse's head for home and moved off a yard or more. "Whoa! Curse you! This is the demdest horse to manage I've ever owned. Stand still, confound you! Whoa!" "He'll stand if you stop licking him." "Halloa! Hey, Bazelhurst!" came a far distant voice.
'My orders is to put you off this property, says Tompkins, 'or to throw you in the river. 'Who gave these orders? asked Mr. Shaw. 'Lord Bazelhurst, sir, damn you beg pardon, sir; it slipped out. 'And who the devil is Lord Bazelhurst? said he. 'Hurst, said Tompkins. 'He owns this ground. Can't you see the mottoes on the trees No Trespassin'? but Mr.
Am I ejecting an innocent bystander? You are Lady Bazelhurst?" "I am Penelope Drake. But" she added quickly "I am an enemy. I am Lord Bazelhurst's sister." "You you don't mean it?" "Are you disappointed? I'm sorry." "I am staggered and a bit skeptical. There is no resemblance." "I am a bit taller," she admitted carefully.
He had succeeded at that moment in surreptitiously slashing the hitch rein in two with his pocket-knife. There was nothing now to prevent him from giving the obtrusive young man a defiant farewell. "I am Lord Bazelhurst. Good day, sir!" "Just a minute, your lordship," called Shaw. "No doubt you were timing yourself a bit ago, but that's no reason why you should leave your watch on my land.
Trust a woman to find a place where she can't ruin her hat. My word for it, Cecil, she's found a safe roost. I say, by Jove!" The duke was staring more intently than ever at the windows far above. "I have it! Isn't it rather odd that a house should be lighted so brilliantly at this hour of night?" "Demmed servants forgot to put out the lamps," groaned Bazelhurst without interest. "Nonsense!
"What's become of that Shaw fellow?" Penelope started and flushed, much to her chagrin. At the sound of Shaw's name Lady Bazelhurst, who was passing with the count, stopped so abruptly that her companion took half a dozen paces without her. "Shaw? By Jove, do you know, I'd completely forgotten that fellow," exclaimed Cecil.
"Hang it all, Pen, don't interrupt the count," snorted Bazelhurst, for want of something better to say and perhaps hoping that Deveaux might say in French what could not be uttered in English. "Don't say it in French, count," said little Miss Folsom. "It deserves English." "Go on, James," sternly, from Lady Bazelhurst.
She even laughed at herself for a fool as she recalled the tell-tale handbag on the porch and the damning presence of a Bazelhurst lantern in the hallway. The storm which had been raging farther down the valley was at last whirling up to the hill-tops, long delayed as if in gleeful anticipation of catching her alone and unprotected.
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