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As soon as Coryston had taken that outrageous step, it was imperative that Arthur should speak in his own village. We can't have people's minds in doubt as to what he thinks of Glenwilliam, with an election only five months off. I have written to him, of course, fully without a word of reply! What he has been doing these last weeks I can't imagine!" Marcia fell into a frowning silence.
It was Corinthian, pretentious, artificial; but as Marcia hurried up the broad middle walk between the queer gods and goddesses, whom some pupil of Bernini's had manufactured in Rome for a Coryston of the eighteenth century, she was in love with the scene, which in general she disliked; in love with the summer, in love above all with the quick life of her own mind and body....
Not a sound, but the striking of the great gilt clock outside. From her own room she could see the side windows of her mother's sitting-room; and once she thought she perceived the stately figure passing across them. But otherwise Lady Coryston made no sign; and her daughter dared not go to her without permission. Why did no letter come for her, no reply?
John and I have found each other after all these years. I have got some one to help me, at last, to make me a better woman" sobs rose again in the speaker's throat "some one to love me and now I must part from him or else his life will be ruined! You know, Miss Coryston, there's no other place in England like John's place.
He simply doesn't admit that anybody else here has any right to interfere with our private affairs. But he won't tell lies to Lord William and Mr. Edward. If they won't, they won't!" She sat up, drearily controlling herself, and began to smooth back her hair and put her hat straight. But in the middle of it she caught Marcia's hand: "Miss Coryston! you're going to marry Mr.
They've been just gorging chickens this last year nasty beasts! That don't matter much, however. No. 4 Ah-ha!" he rubbed his hands "I'm on the track of that old hypocrite, Burton of Martover " "Burton! one of the best men in the country!" cried Atherstone, indignantly. "You're quite mistaken, Lord Coryston!" "Am I!" cried Coryston, with equal indignation "not a bit of it.
That the Corystons were model landlords, that they enjoyed a feudal popularity among their tenants and laborers, was for Lady Coryston one of the axioms on which life was based. She despised people who starved their estates, let their repairs go, and squeezed the last farthing out of their tenants. Nor had she any sympathy with people who owned insanitary cottages.
Marcia Coryston looked in amazement at the shrinking, childish creature, standing suppliant before her, and repeated: "I have not an idea who you are. Please tell me your name." "My name is Alice Betts," said the other, after a momentary hesitation. "Oh, perhaps you don't know anything about me. But yet I think you must; because because there has been so much talk!" "Mrs.
"Sold my soul and held my tongue? quite right!" said Coryston. "I have scores of your letters, my dear mother, to that effect." Lady Coryston slightly raised her voice, and for the first time it betrayed emotion. "If he would, in simple decent respect to his father's memory and consideration of his mother's feelings, have refrained from attacking his father's convictions "
You shouldn't have come to me you shouldn't, indeed. I don't know your story, and if I did I shouldn't understand it. Why didn't you ask to see my mother?" "Lady Coryston would never look at the likes of me!" cried Mrs. Betts. "No, Miss Coryston! I know it's selfish, perhaps but it's just because you're so young and so so happy that I came to you.
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